Many, many years ago, well, not that many, I decided to travel to America. It was to be a short visit; a fortnight at the most. Australia had always been at the top of my list of places to visit but opportunity landed me at DFW airport toting one tiny suitcase and a snazzy duffel. A handsome Texan, complete with Hawaiian shirt, had fallen in love with me at Victoria Station in London and sent me an invitation with a plane ticket, to visit his home in Dallas while he was between rock and roll tours. Now those are my kind of invitations! Not the stuffy, “Mr. and Mrs. Jones will be at home for …. on…at… RSVP…” Nope, I like, “Please come and see me in Dallas. Ticket attached. I’ll be waiting.”
Nothing ventured nothing gained I thought as I took a shift off work and cajoled my reluctant father into driving me to Gatwick (the other London airport), where I boarded my first American Airlines flight bound for America. I vaguely remember hearing my Dad ask me what he was to tell the neighbours? But I had bigger concerns so I gave him a farewell kiss on the cheek and strode off into the twilight with my snazzy duffel. After ten hours of travelling back in time I made my way through customs and was whisked off into the the sunset by a blue-eyed cowboy. Much, much more than a fortnight later, I find myself still here, Australia is as yet unvisited and my parents have given up asking me what they’re supposed to tell the neighbours?
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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