While I know I’ve posted something “about me” when I first start blogging, I figured we’d do a little recap. I’m trying to get into the habit of blogging daily, so I’ve devised a plan to keep me and hopefully my few readers interested in what I have to say, so here we go…
My name is Cynthia, I was born in September of 1975, which if you know your math makes me 38 years old. I was raised in a very loving and supportive household. I am the youngest of 5 children. My parents are still married and will be celebrating their 52nd wedding anniversary this year. Quite an accomplishment if you ask me. My siblings are all quite a bit older than myself and in 2008 my oldest brother passed away suddenly at the tender age of 48. It was quite a blow to my family and I don’t think any of us will ever truly recover from his passing. My mother is especially damaged by this loss and she hasn’t been quite the same since he passed. She tries to hide it, but if you know her, then you can see the difference in her personality from 2008 to today.
I guess I grew up normally, by the time I was 10, everyone had moved out of my parents house, but they didn’t always stay away. Periodically my oldest brother and the sister closest to my age moved back. I was often told I was spoiled, but not with “stuff” like they all said, but definitely with love and attention, being the only one left at home, my parents did spend a lot of time with me and we often went on trips and vacations, just the three of us. I’ve never been one of those kids who didn’t want to be around their parents. I’ve always enjoyed spending time with them. I lived with my parents until I was 23, then I moved out with a boyfriend, and then moved back in with them a year later. I wound up living with them until I bought my first house, by myself, at the age of 26. My dad didn’t really want me to buy a house and move out, but he was secretly proud when I did.
I lived in the house one month shy of a year when I moved to Arizona to live with my then boyfriend, now husband, in 2003. I rented my house out and my parents took over the role as property managers. I packed up my house and our dog Kira, and we drove cross-country to Tucson, Arizona. We lived in a shitty little apartment with 2 dogs, 2 hamsters, and a cat. I didn’t like it there. This was the first time I’d ever been away from my family and I didn’t cope very well. I went through a bout of depression, found out I couldn’t have kids, had my car stolen and just wanted to move back home. In 2004 we got married and by August of 2005 we were on our way back to Kentucky, though not the same town.
We’d been living here less than 6 months when my husband’s National Guard unit was deployed to Iraq for 15 months. It was hard but with my job and the extra money he made from being deployed, I managed to pay off all of our debt and sock a good portion away into savings. When he came back in 2007, we sold my old house and bought a new one which we are still living in to this day, 6 years later. I also went back to school and obtained my associate’s degree in healthcare administration. I couldn’t find a job in the field so I stayed in the dead end job I had until July of 2009, when I quit my job and started a new one working at a college. I lasted there 3 years before quitting and being a homemaker/lay-about for nearly 2 years. Financially and emotionally we have struggled for the past 2 years, but we are on our way back to recovery both financially and emotionally.
Friday I was offered a position with a company and I happily accepted it. I will start on March 3 and it can’t come soon enough. In May, my husband and I will celebrate 10 years of marriage. I wouldn’t say wedded bliss, but I can honestly say that I have been happy more often than not. I think we struggle because we are both so similar, but there is no one else on earth in which I would rather spend my life. We currently live in a split level home in the city with 3 dogs and 2 cats. Some days it can be chaotic, but a structured chaos. I think we appreciate what we each bring to the table. When asked what my husband loves most about me, he actually said my unpredictability. He said he never knows what to expect from me. What do I love most about my husband? There is so much it’s hard to pinpoint one thing, but if I had to say one, I would say his thoughtfulness. He can be an ass, but he’s a thoughtful ass while I guess I’m an unpredictable ass.
Well, there you have it, a little bit about me. Not a life story, but a scratch on the surface. As always you can follow me on Twitter @cynsthinktank or like on Facebook at Cyn’s Think Tank. Thanks for reading!