Wildflowers Don't Care Where They Grow.

I was talking to my best friend on Skype, and telling her about expat life here in Hong Kong. After hearing some of my tales, she told me it reminded her of the song by {Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, and Emmylou Harris} named "Wildflowers". In a way, aren't all expat's wildflowers? We are the modern day gypsies - always on the move, uprooting ourselves and leaving... seeking mysteries untold. 

The hills were alive with wildflowers
And I was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place

Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close, I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out

I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free

Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

I love the lyrics, "I never felt right in a garden so different from me, I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone". I hope one day my best friend and I can end up in the same place together! These are pictures of us on her wedding day, back in 2008. I love the picture of us getting ready together. In the photo, I'm standing on my tip toes and she's bending down while we are in the process of doing our hair for her big day. We met in 1998 when we were forced to be roommates at university! My parents and I had been hoping to not even meet her, but I wasn't allowed to change rooms until a month into school. By that time we were good friends, and the next three years of living together solidified our relationship. {Also, look how little my son is at the time of her wedding!!!! He was a little over a year old and still would not walk on his own. We used to walk him like this all the time!}