The Basics of Me...
My name is Caitlin Rosalie Carr and I'm the Irish-born daughter of an Irish mother and an English father.
My father died when I was four and my mom met and married an American that was in town on business quite frequently when I was five - shortly after that we moved to the States. New York City, to be specific. My stepfather is some sort of bigwig at a bank or something. Turns out he's not so big on having kids around, and I've been going to boarding schools since the second grade.
Why my mother goes along with only seeing me on school breaks I'm not sure I'll ever understand, but I'm used to it at this point. What I'm still not used to is constantly switching schools on my stepfather's whim. He tranfers to different cities every few years because he can and his compromise with my mother for this is to put me in a school that's no more than a 12 hour drive away.
It's horrible to get yanked out of some place once it's finally starting to feel like home - and considering I spend more time at school than with my parents, that's what school is. At least I have one thing constant in my word - books. I'm such a bookworm. It doesn't really matter where I am or what's going on as long as I have a book to escape into.
So here I am. Another move, another school, this time in the middle of the school year.
My father died when I was four and my mom met and married an American that was in town on business quite frequently when I was five - shortly after that we moved to the States. New York City, to be specific. My stepfather is some sort of bigwig at a bank or something. Turns out he's not so big on having kids around, and I've been going to boarding schools since the second grade.
Why my mother goes along with only seeing me on school breaks I'm not sure I'll ever understand, but I'm used to it at this point. What I'm still not used to is constantly switching schools on my stepfather's whim. He tranfers to different cities every few years because he can and his compromise with my mother for this is to put me in a school that's no more than a 12 hour drive away.
It's horrible to get yanked out of some place once it's finally starting to feel like home - and considering I spend more time at school than with my parents, that's what school is. At least I have one thing constant in my word - books. I'm such a bookworm. It doesn't really matter where I am or what's going on as long as I have a book to escape into.
So here I am. Another move, another school, this time in the middle of the school year.