I went to the Harlem Globetrotters last night with the kids and hubbie. It was a cub scout activity. The game is really superfluous. The dancing, acrobatics and music are the main draw. The event could be half as long and I'd be happy. The guy getting his pants pulled down while preparing for a foul shot still makes the kids howl. Go figure.
My husband joined the register yesterday, awaiting a spot in an A-100 class. There is a chance we will become globetrotters as well. There was a time when I thought it was nuts to consider this life, this vagabond, nomadic existence for my family and me. I was nervous and still am. The unknown scared me. But now that it's a real possibility and there is also a chance that he could NOT get a spot, I realize that I really want this. I really do.
Maybe part of it has to do with today's activities. I helped out at the elementary school's winter olympics. I showed up in snow pants, warm boots, hat, ski mittens and a ski jacket. I was ready to get into it! There were way too many moms there who had on heels and no hat and cute little navy peacoats. They were happy to just stand around on the sidelines and chit-chat and gossip about...well, really about nothing. Who has a new house, what color they should paint the foyer, who's teacher said what, who is in what sport. I wasn't totally antisocial. I did chat and try to be friendly. But I gotta tell ya, I was so bored with their discussion, the thought of jabbing myself in the eye with a ski pole sounded more fun. One woman, who knows about the FS because she was interviewed by a Dip Security agent about us for the clearance, asked me about the FS and why in the world I would want to do that. Move? All of a sudden I had a flash-forward vision of my life and my kid's lives boiled down into this petty, insular, inane existence. And it scared me.
I used to be fun and exciting. I was an exchange student in high school to Chile. I studied abroad in college. I took off after undergrad and drove across country, sleeping in a tent, with no real itinerary. I've travelled in Europe. I worked summers in Canada at a Quaker Camp.
But then I got comfortable. I have enjoyed the security of the planned neighborhood. The bike paths and community pool. The reassuring monotone earth pallette of approved house paint colors.
It reminds me of the movie Parenthood, with Steve Martin. Funny movie. The old grandmother is describing the rollercoaster of life, with all it's ups and downs, and says she has always liked the rollercoaster much more than the merry-go-round.
I'm ready for the adrenaline and thrill of the rollercoaster. And I'd rather get it from globetrotting in the Foreign Service than from a ski pole to the eye.