Being a permanent resident of a foreign country was never one of them. Neither was marrying an aging Libertarian with a job. Or falling in love with chickens. Or, come to think of it, enjoying a blow-up baby pool full of fish. Or getting such satisfaction out of community theatre. Because, doncha know, I'm too well trained and experienced to be doing any community theatre.
Oddly, in my racially tense (at least waaaaaay back then) high school, I promised I'd "run away and get married" [because, you know, weddings . . . → Read More About Of All The Things I’ve Yearned For In My Life
