Her 15-year-old self longed to be a nomad, a world traveller, second to being a dreamer.
A rolling stone was the way to live life the way she pleased. There are no conventional strings to say she must adhere to motherhood and a husband in tow.
She became a 20-year-old hitchhiking dreamer and met the weirdest and most wonderful people who walked Aotearoa and beyond. Some she would walk alongside. She gleamed bizarre and fantastic sights and encountered zilch she couldn’t laugh or cry over. She’s never had a bad trip.
Apart from the 1980s, well, that’s another story.
Life at No. 22 
Autobiographical?
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There could be an inkling of truth amongst the lines. Especially regarding the invisible restraints of societal expectations of young women back in the day.
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Apart from the Aotearoa bit, this could have been me.
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Brilliant and another kindred spirit 😉
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Penny dropped when I was in the kitchen washing up after Sunday lunch with my mother whilst my boyfriend was in the lounge watching football on the TV with my dad and brother and I thought this could be my life.
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Opening the backdoor and running comes to mind.
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I was still at school so not an option, but my life certainly flashed before my eyes.
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Life would’ve been hard if you had.
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Now I’m waiting for the “other story.” 🙂
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Perhaps one day, Janis 😉
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Fifteen is early to make a go of it. Oy, the 80s. Now there was a mixed bag, to be sure!
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Absolutely and she was only brave when dreaming. The 80s were certainly that.
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Fifteen is a great age for dreaming up a getaway!
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I had a few while glancing up at my Woodstock Poster. Radical.
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I was better at the dreaming, though I kicked off fairly early too, Suzanne. Neatly told. I’m waiting for part 2…
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Thanks, Jo. Part 2 might require a deeper dig into the memory vault. Scary 😄
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Indeed!
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The last two sentences raised a smile
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Good to hear, Derrick. Making people smile or laugh is a big bonus in writing blog posts.
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I wonder what part two will bring? 🙂
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I was, and probably still am, a dreamer. What will happen next, I wonder…
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She’s unpredictable, and you’ll never know until the phone rings 😄
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😄
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You can’t leave us there! Like everyone else I’m waiting for that other story …
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Crikey, you lot, no pressure, then 😉
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Nope! just get on with it!
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Haha, sure. Basketball this morning to wake up the brain cells.
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I love it!
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Thanks very much, Martha.
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It’s good to be free-spirited. Life is more exciting that way.
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It is indeed, Neil. Sometimes reality hits us with a wet fish and we keep dreaming.
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I do like the idea of a 99 word story, there’s so much unsaid that seems to not need saying anyway.
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Totally agree, Clare. More challenging to have a limit on words.
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Ah yes,dreams can come true.
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Yes, they do 😊
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