My First Day

I was born in the south in the town that my parents called home. My dad was drafted into the army before I was born, so I spent my childhood moving from place to place. When I tell people this, they always remark, "Oh, you're an army brat!" I guess that's right.

I have three younger brothers. Each of us was born in a different place. One brother was born in the northeast, one in the Carribean, and one in Europe. Whenever it was time to move, my mom made it sound like it was going to be this great adventure. We were always so excited because we were going to experience a new city, state, or country. We always looked forward to making new friends. It always sounded wonderful. And from what I can remember, it was always wonderful.

Today is my first day at my new job. Whenever I have a first day, I think of my mom and her enthusiasm about change. Am I nervous? A little. But I am also excited about the possibility of being in a new place, meeting new people, and experiencing this new adventure.