When you grow up in a professional baseball family, your life as a child is never really normal.
And I think that's where a lot of my abnormalcies (is that a word?) in my adult life, stem from. (should never end a sentence with a preposition but without the word "from" it just sounded incomplete.)
There was no consistency, no routine, no such thing as "normal" throughout my childhood.
But, at the time I didn't realize this.
It wasn't until later.
That I figured out our life was a bit outside the norm, so to speak.
Where. To. Even. Begin.
Constantly living in two places. A home, a home base really, nestled in the affluent north shore of Chicago, and another home, a second home? Not really, because we didn't always go as a family. South America, Florida, Canada, all these lovely places were part of the landscape. So is that why I feel so restless when I'm in one place for too long???
Just trying to fit the f*cked up puzzle pieces of my life together so it all makes sense.
Does that make sense?