He was meant to be a Frenchman…doesn’t he just look it? Oui! Instead he was born to be a comedian.
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Sometimes I think I was meant to be European…
I long for relaxed days filled with food, adventure and open minded people.
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Sometimes I think I was meant to be Laura Ingalls...
with a lifestyle of slow food I would work the land and appreciate the exquisite rarity of a cup of sugar. Or silk.
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Sometimes I think I was meant to be Tahitian...
where home is ocean, sand and a lovely shack and I live only on salt air. Happy air.
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Sometimes I think I was meant to be a Broadway star…
my voice didn’t get the memo that my heart belongs on stage.
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Sometimes I think I was meant to live in Portland…
(Or Asheville, or Boulder or Santa Fe) where I know a high concentration of “my people” reside.
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But, and
much better, I was *born* to be where I am. Who I am. With the people I am (with).
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Mom, teacher, nutritionist, bug catcher, book reader, back massager, laugh-giver,
lover of these children. All four of them.
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Now it’s your turn…what were you mean to be? Are you born to be?
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I think I was born to be Victorian, LOL!!
But I’m happy to be an Artist/Art Historian turned mama. :)
I DO, however, think that I am meant to live near an ocean!
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Arianne Reply:
June 25th, 2010 at 2:51 pm
@Muthering Heights, Oh yes, if I had my way the list could have been way longer — I was meant to live in times Jane Austen writes about. Le sigh.
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I think I was born to sit by a beach with a book and notepad in my hand… working hard at thinking :)
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Arianne Reply:
June 25th, 2010 at 2:50 pm
@Corinne, love that — the times I’ve brought a journal to the beach I always end up staring off wistfully until I fall asleep. Just me?? :)
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Other than being sure I was meant to live in any era other than this one…
I think I was meant to live in this tiny mountain town, where an even higher concentration of “our people” reside (more than Boulder and even more die-hard!), where I have long days to be quiet and to just…be. I’ve never felt more “me” than I do here. I’d say I wish this year would never end, but of course what I really mean is that I wish my guy could come home and we could stay here forever.
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Arianne Reply:
June 25th, 2010 at 3:25 pm
@Ashleigh (Heart and Home), hippy die-hards?? I AM SO THERE.
Actually, y’all need to come here. You people, in this place, would be perfection.
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Some times I think I was meant to be born in Botswana…
…with the wild as my neighbor, I would sleep with the roar of the lion, by day upturn my chin to the warm soft sun.
Instead- born in the suburbs the roar the car’s bass speakers meets my ear. My face fights to find the sun.
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Arianne Reply:
June 25th, 2010 at 3:26 pm
@Valerie Furnas, oh this gave me chills. Thank you. xoxo
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I was just thinking, while in the shower the other day, washing away the sweat and the chlorine, all the what ifs. What if this, what if that. I’m glad I’m in this what if. You know what I mean; I know you do.
<3
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Arianne Reply:
June 25th, 2010 at 3:27 pm
@Secret Agent Mama – Mishelle, Yes, me too, friend. xo
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I am such a Portlander (Oregon). I grew up just south of there and oh, they are my people. Eugene (Oregon), too, with its university and Saturday Market and even-hippier-than-Portland vibe. It’s so odd how I can just walk around there and feel so connected to these people who live there, these people I don’t know.
And Northern Italy. I know I’m not one of them, but oh, my heart. There is a chunk of my heart that is and will always be an hour north of Venice, sipping cappuccino at the local cafe and riding my bicycle to the market to pick up the day’s fruits and veggies, taking the train all over Italy whenever I get the urge to travel. Spending three hours making homemade lasagna from scratch (and I mean SCRATCH–noodles, sauce, and all) and eating it with the people I love. Food as art and love. Oh, my heart.
Thank you. :)
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Arianne Reply:
June 25th, 2010 at 3:30 pm
@Cameron, oh can I tell you — when I said “European” I really meant Northern Italy but I figured that there must be similar place in the south of France so I didn’t limit my “list”. (not that I over-analyze or anything…)
Our travels to that whole region were nothing short of HEAVEN and I would give anything to be back there with some fields of fig trees, enjoying the fresh food and limoncello. We were only there 10 days, stayed in a tiny village up in the mountains where no tourists ever venture. Purely sublime.
xoxo
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Cameron Reply:
June 25th, 2010 at 3:37 pm
@Arianne, LOL, nope, Northern Italy is a region all its own. :) It *is* heaven, isn’t it? Where did you stay, I’d love to know. :) We were there for three and a half years, and we’ve been away for two and a half now. I miss it soooooo much!
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Yeah – you don’t want to get me started on what I think I was meant to be… I’ll just say ditto to your post.
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Definitely a mom, although it took being one to realize it. I was all about education before that.
I’m with you on living in a Jane Austin novel, too. :)
I would love living in the mountains in a log cabin with a big porch, my own rocking chair, and a rushing mountain stream. Maybe I wouldn’t appreciate it as much if it was my everyday…
Driving down the road today I was thinking about how I don’t always appreciate the beauty around me, because it’s familiar.
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I was meant to be…
a daughter
wife
mother
sister
friend
sensitive
loyal
scared
brave
natural
introverted
extroverted
private
blogging
nonconforming
beautiful
baby lovin
easily cries
moved by people
lover of my life
seeking
searching
hopeful
praying
woman!
I was meant to be here. I was meant to be all of these things. Wish I would of learned it and accepted it earlier.
Thanking God that I am finally here now…
Kristin
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I’m pretty sure I was born to be a pampered princess somewhere. Or heir to a cupcake factory.
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I am so with you on the Portland sentiment…that’s why we’re planning to move there next year. But I’d take anywhere with a high concentration of hippies that love babywearing, breastfeeding (in public…gasp!), organic produce, hugging, smiling, rainstorms, the coast, bicycles….
That’s where I feel like I’m in my element.
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Oh, there are so many things I was meant to do. Now if only I can muster up the courage and do them!
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Something bubbles up from deep down in my heart
that bursts out in the words “I was meant to LIVE”
And I’m doing just that.
In the slow warm sun with little hands in mine
weaving a blanket of words.
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I love this post, Arianne.
Sometimes, I think I was meant to…
* live in New York, as an artist, in a city apartment, with a garden.
* DANCE on Broadway.
* backpack through Europe.
* work in an orphanage in a third world country.
* go to medical school.
But mostly? I know I’m meant to be right here, right now, w/ my hard-working, handsome husband and our two little girls.
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