blogging errday

I was born in Germany, and because the USA seemed a lot more glamorous to my recently MD-ed father, we moved to Wisconsin when I was five. After moving around several times, we arrived in the “town” (read: village) my parents still live in today. Twelve years of school involved constantly battling being known as the German doctor’s daughter, spending summers on a vineyard, living in Germany for a year, finding true friends, driving a giant teal ’57 Chevy Bel-Air, life-guarding, finding love, losing love to “friends”, cashiering at Wal-Mart, sneaking out, getting caught, and getting into my dream college. Finally I got to leave my small honky tonk...