Oh my goodness, today is the last weekend I have here.

The LAST WEEKEND.  And if you think I’m sitting here, sipping my coffee in a hammock (which is harder than it sounds. #experience.) and enjoying myself, you are greatly mistaken.

No, I am sitting at my gutted desk, filleted and laid out to dry on empty shag carpets which have also been stripped of their plaskool bookshelves and rubbermaid drawers.  The now moved drawers have been stuffed to the gills with patterns, glue guns, string, yarn, twine, bottle caps, stones, crosstitch projects and scissors.  And fabric.  And maybe a few other things.  I may need bungee cords.

Last night I dreamt there was snow on the road where I was supposed to go…it was a weird dream of roads.  I was running with some friends, and we were supposed to be on a new trail that looped around back to my house but I went down a more familiar trail and it took me to my office (apparently I was employed in my dream).  And I was running in pointe shoes.

That’s just the kind of graceful gal I am (not).

But then I was trying to run through the city, and half of the city was covered in snow.  The intersection and the overpass I needed to go over was covered in snow, so while I was waiting for the green light I started building a little snow castle with snow turrets.  I spent a lot of time on the details building that castle…which clearly means:

         “To dream that you are playing in the snow indicates that you need to set some time for fun and relaxation.”

Sister, you can say that again.

 

So, I was just thinking: there are a lot of great literary figures out there, and most of them have gone through a great move in order to build their story. Which literary figure moved the farthest?

 

I think it is actually Agent Peggy Carter, believe it or not.

 

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      “Carter joins the French Resistance as a teenager, and becomes a skilled gun user who serves on several operations         alongside Captain America.^{[volume & issue needed]} The two fall in love, but an exploding shell gives her amnesia, and she is sent        to live with her parents in Virginia.^{[volume & issue needed]} With Captain America thought dead, she lives a quiet life for many        years.”

Carter moves from Virginia, to France, back to Virginia.  That is quite some distance to travel, no joke!  That’s at least 8,046 miles.  …Or 12,948.8 kilometers, for those in France.

 

 

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And…be straight with me people: I am feeling I could totally fill Agent Carter’s shoes.  I just have this sneaky suspicion that wearing her uniform would look a little too right for me.

Just sayin’.

I may or may not be looking for it on Amazon after we move.

And after I lose these incredible 10 pounds I have acquired somewhere.  (“yay, we’re moving! Let’s not watch what we eat!”)

 

 

Okay, so who else moved?

Jane Eyre: she moved from her parents’ house, very young, to her aunt’s house, to the boarding school, to Rochester’s house, back to the school, then got a boatload of money and then back to Rochester’s pad where she took over.  Like a boss. (spoiler alerts)

Dorothy: From her farm, to a creepy old vagabond’s tent, to freaking OZ, back to her house.  And all in heels, my friends.  That’s a determined woman.

Elizabeth Darcy (nee`:Bennet): Although she didn’t exactly go anywhere in particular, other than to London for vacations…she did move in to Pemberley.

And I am pretty sure Pemberley is where my soul was born.

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So, Which Female Literary Character Are You?

Take the quiz!

For the record, I didn’t rig the quiz.  I am just more Elizabeth Bennet than anyone else on the face of the earth.

Heck, I even married my Mr. Darcy.  BOOYA.