Hello! My name is Philis Miller Sarto. I say “you guys” or “y’all” depending on who I am talking to. I have lived in eleven states and through six decades. I grew up in upstate New York, left it in my rearview mirror after college and have been skipping around the country following my work whore husband for the last forty years. In the interim we raised three great kids who inherited our nomadic gene and have all lived overseas at one time or another.
I launched several careers over the years including teaching, counseling, and life coaching which all quickly got sidetracked by yet another move and/or another set of state certification requirements. I once had to move into a dorm for a while at the age of 45 to finish my master’s degree because the moving van showed up at my front door with another family all ready to move in. Timing has never been one of my strong suits and all of this wandering has left me with a really bizarre resume. The advantage of being a career
failure hopper is the opportunity to be enriched by thousands of hours of volunteer work. OK, so I never changed the world all that much like a true child of the sixties set out to do, but in the trying, the world changed me.
Every move gave me the choice of brooding in therapy, or jumping in wherever I found myself. I’ve done both. I think jumping in is much more fun. What I have loved the most about moving is meeting new people. I have met many wonderful (and a few really awful) people over the years. Everybody has a story that is both comic and sad. Those of us who have been greeted in the mail with an AARP invitation have a common cultural story as baby boomers. But we each also own a personal story. We should share these stories. I believe that in the end, we are our stories. And I beleive our stories are far from finished.