I’ve started my life over more times than most people would consider reasonable.  Enough times, really, that I stopped considering it ‘starting over’ and started thinking that packing up and moving on, was normal.  I guess you could call me a kind of a nomad. The thing is, I didn’t know what I was looking for, only that wherever I was it never seemed to be the final place. It began in New York State, leaving my family’s crowded apartment for my own small hole in the wall while working in a grocery store.  Then on to college where I rubbed elbows with elites, then further still, across an ocean, to Africa as a teacher trainer.