There was a point in my life where I had every intention of picking a place and just moving. I wanted a fresh start and I wanted to go somewhere new. Portland, Maine was as close as I could possibly get to the direct other side of the United States. The climate was much the same as I was use to, which if I’m being honest, is a huge deciding factor for me. I don’t do well in extreme climate or the heat. In fact I hate when it’s supper hot, I become a miserable bitch face that no one wants to be around. It’s okay, I’ve accepted it and so should you. For this reason, I should never move to Texas, or Arizona. I would die. Period. Death does not become me in anyway.
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My earliest memories revolved around books, and Egypt. I was convinced that I would be an author, a books store owner (to sell my books from), and an Egyptologist on the side. I believe I was in the third grade. I went on to work a number of years advising people on which movies to watch, which cameras to buy, and recommending a number of books. I tried my hand at baristaing before landing a job as a 911 Communications Officer. At the time I had a Bachelors in Criminal Justice and I wanted to save the world. Eventually I decided to go back to school to finish my first Masters Degree in Organizational Leadership (I have another in Human Resources, because after all, why not have two?). Recently I finished my first novel. I'm presently on the long hunt for representation and eventually publication. I am a contributing author for the book VETERANS VOICES, published by National Geographic. When I don’t have my nose to a word document, it’s often found in a book. I enjoy bowling, golfing, and reading. I have an immense love for board games and anything supper geeky, including my four foot tall stormtrooper I named Kevin . View all posts by Miranda Boyer