This story was written for The Red Dress Club prompt:

Speaking of change, this week we’d like you to write about a moment in your life when you knew something had to change drastically. Maybe it was a relationship, or career, parenting, school, diet – anything.

Really explore the moment. What it felt like to make the decision. Lots of opportunity to show and not tell.

Although, it looks as if The Red Dress Club is undergoing a major overhaul, and is now Write on Edge

It’s easier for me to write in 3rd person. It is true, it is me, so it is a memoir, hopefully the 3rd person POV doesn’t break any rules lol!

Taken in NC Narrator's dorm room at the Univ. of Wyoming, a few months before I went off to be a nanny.

She looked at the calendar, counting the days till her contract was up. Nannies always changed in the summertime, as children’s lives were intrinsically ordered by the beginning and end of the school year.

Watching them run around the yard, she was happy. She loved those kids. But they weren’t hers. And although her two years in southern Connecticut had been filled with friendship and fellowship and activity, mostly centered around the church, her love life was dead.

Dead was perhaps a misnomer. Stagnant, or nonexistent were better adjectives. Although most of her friends were nannies like herself, and female, the young adult group at Hope Church had plenty of young single guys. But in two years, there had not been a single look, a single flirtatious glance, much less an actual date.

Nothing had to change. She could stay. The home was comfortable, the employers reasonable, the children adorable. But she had planned for just two years “off” from college. She wasn’t a dropout. She was taking an opportunity to do something she’d always wanted to do, and the experience had, overall, been a very good one. She’d grown, and matured much more than she had while living in a dormitory with hundreds of other eighteen & nineteen year olds.

Or things could change drastically. Many of her nanny friends were from overseas, she had the opportunity to enlist with an agency who could place her with a family in any number of foreign locales. It was an enticing prospect, being able to not just visit another country, but to live there for a while.

At twenty-two she felt ancient. Or, at least, not on track. One may laugh now, at the wise old age of forty, but having no romantic relationships or even hints for two years, and having nothing but miserable train wrecks of relationships before that, she had every right to feel like she had to do something different.

College had been in Wyoming. It was the only place she had ever had any romantic prospects at all. All through high school in Colorado she’d wasted her time on hopeless crushes on boys who really couldn’t care less. Since her parents up and moved to Vermont while she was away at college, returning home didn’t mean much anyway. The months she’d spent at her parents’ house were lonely ones, in spite of being active in the church and seeking out activities like the community chess club.

She had goals. She had desires. She just had to figure out a way to make them happen.

At the end of summer of 1993, she packed everything she had into a used Brown Hornet Station Wagon, and drove solo halfway across the country, to a new live, and hopefully love, out west.

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