Sold to Shytastic Gamer (#386555) on 7/13/21
"Meet Fanta! This friendly and easy-going girl has a big sense of adventure, and loves to travel, collecting souvenirs from everywhere she visits so she can always remember the great places she's been. While her favorite season is winter, she spends most of it buried in a warm and cozy blanket, sipping hot tea to keep warm. She has a strange obsession with all things orange or cinnamon flavored, and wears her favorite scarf most of the time, even if she isn't cold, just because she likes to look fabulous."
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Favorite Things: Cinnamon, oranges, scarves, adventure, travelling, collecting souvenirs, looking good
History:
“Everywhere you go, there you are.”
I heard that phrase from my father, when I first decided to begin traveling – but the message never really sunk in, I guess.
I was young when I first got the itch – home was rough, I didn’t really see eye-to-eye with my family and nothing seemed to be working out in my life, so I left.
I had no real destination in mind – just “away”. And that’s just where I went.
First I ended up in Alaska, and while it was lovely that summer, before too long the cold began to set in. I settled down to wait out the winter and bought a lovely warm scarf from a local grandmother, a retired sled dog living out the last of her years creating beautiful things and watching her grand-pups grow up around her. When I told her about my travels, and my reasons for leaving home, she told me “everywhere you go, there you are.”
Spring came, and I still felt the pull – Alaska wasn’t home, and I still felt so empty, so wrong.
So I left.
Next I found myself in Germany – although I couldn’t speak the language I got along alright, and I took up residence in a small apartment above a flower shop. I worked part time in the shop helping to make floral arrangements, and discovered that almost every customer was for a funeral, which was all very depressing.
I made friends with the kindly dachshund who ran the shop, and he told me how his flowers gave a single bright light in a dark and sad place for his customers. He took pride in creating beauty for ugly times.
I told him why I was travelling – how I felt empty at home, and was seeking my purpose, and to discover who I really was.
“Everywhere you go, there you are.” He said to me in his heavily-accented English, eyes sad.
Germany was too depressing, I concluded, so I moved on.
I found myself in Japan next, and a stern old shiba inu let me sleep on the floor of his ramen shop in exchange for helping to prep the ingredients every morning.
He told me about all his regular customers, who stopped to eat on their way to a nearby shrine. About how many had been lost, or broken, but found healing and strength at the shrine, praying to the old Shinto gods and goddesses for enlightenment and peace.
I told him about my travels, and why I left. How I never felt like I fit anywhere, like there was a piece of me that was missing, that I had to find.
He tutted a bit, then said “everywhere you go, there you are,” with a frown.
I didn’t really like ramen much, I decided. It was time to leave.
Every place seemed to be the same – okay at first, but eventually the itch came back and I realized that nothing had changed, and I had to go.
I ended up in Hawaii, and it was there on the beach, watching the ebb and flow of the waves in the sunset that my father’s voice came back to me, his words echoing in my mind, the words I kept no matter where I went:
“Everywhere you go, there you are.”
And suddenly I understood what they all had meant. I hadn’t been running from a bad town, or a terrible family. I hadn’t been running from no opportunities, or no future.
I had been running from myself. From my insecurities, my failures, my fears.
Everywhere I went, I came right along with, and the problems came too. Nothing would get better for me, or easier, or make more sense, until I fixed myself. Until I looked inside and found out what I needed to truly love myself, and understand my shortcomings.
Years later now, I’ve found my home – it’s inside of me, and wherever I roam, I know who I am.
I’m everywhere I go, and that’s the best gift I could ever give myself.
I’m home.
Friends:
Macey owned by .black hole. (#1027569)
Enemies:
Family:
Mate:
Rules:
Breed
Resell
Gift
Trade
Co-Own
Revamp (credit Gee for design on all future refs)
Dibs:
B L I X (#674914)
Hawkey (#1210552)
Rose (#1320123)
xinqi (#13986)
Date Acquired: 1/1/2018
Created by Gee
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Favorite Things: Cinnamon, oranges, scarves, adventure, travelling, collecting souvenirs, looking good
History:
“Everywhere you go, there you are.”
I heard that phrase from my father, when I first decided to begin traveling – but the message never really sunk in, I guess.
I was young when I first got the itch – home was rough, I didn’t really see eye-to-eye with my family and nothing seemed to be working out in my life, so I left.
I had no real destination in mind – just “away”. And that’s just where I went.
First I ended up in Alaska, and while it was lovely that summer, before too long the cold began to set in. I settled down to wait out the winter and bought a lovely warm scarf from a local grandmother, a retired sled dog living out the last of her years creating beautiful things and watching her grand-pups grow up around her. When I told her about my travels, and my reasons for leaving home, she told me “everywhere you go, there you are.”
Spring came, and I still felt the pull – Alaska wasn’t home, and I still felt so empty, so wrong.
So I left.
Next I found myself in Germany – although I couldn’t speak the language I got along alright, and I took up residence in a small apartment above a flower shop. I worked part time in the shop helping to make floral arrangements, and discovered that almost every customer was for a funeral, which was all very depressing.
I made friends with the kindly dachshund who ran the shop, and he told me how his flowers gave a single bright light in a dark and sad place for his customers. He took pride in creating beauty for ugly times.
I told him why I was travelling – how I felt empty at home, and was seeking my purpose, and to discover who I really was.
“Everywhere you go, there you are.” He said to me in his heavily-accented English, eyes sad.
Germany was too depressing, I concluded, so I moved on.
I found myself in Japan next, and a stern old shiba inu let me sleep on the floor of his ramen shop in exchange for helping to prep the ingredients every morning.
He told me about all his regular customers, who stopped to eat on their way to a nearby shrine. About how many had been lost, or broken, but found healing and strength at the shrine, praying to the old Shinto gods and goddesses for enlightenment and peace.
I told him about my travels, and why I left. How I never felt like I fit anywhere, like there was a piece of me that was missing, that I had to find.
He tutted a bit, then said “everywhere you go, there you are,” with a frown.
I didn’t really like ramen much, I decided. It was time to leave.
Every place seemed to be the same – okay at first, but eventually the itch came back and I realized that nothing had changed, and I had to go.
I ended up in Hawaii, and it was there on the beach, watching the ebb and flow of the waves in the sunset that my father’s voice came back to me, his words echoing in my mind, the words I kept no matter where I went:
“Everywhere you go, there you are.”
And suddenly I understood what they all had meant. I hadn’t been running from a bad town, or a terrible family. I hadn’t been running from no opportunities, or no future.
I had been running from myself. From my insecurities, my failures, my fears.
Everywhere I went, I came right along with, and the problems came too. Nothing would get better for me, or easier, or make more sense, until I fixed myself. Until I looked inside and found out what I needed to truly love myself, and understand my shortcomings.
Years later now, I’ve found my home – it’s inside of me, and wherever I roam, I know who I am.
I’m everywhere I go, and that’s the best gift I could ever give myself.
I’m home.
Friends:
Macey owned by .black hole. (#1027569)
Enemies:
Family:
Mate:
Rules:
Breed
Resell
Gift
Trade
Co-Own
Revamp (credit Gee for design on all future refs)
Dibs:
B L I X (#674914)
Hawkey (#1210552)
Rose (#1320123)
xinqi (#13986)
Date Acquired: 1/1/2018
Created by Gee
Large Art & Sketches
Credits:
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2. By Shay
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