Who the heck is the Sassy Beer Gypsy?
My name is Teresa. I grew up in Whitesboro, NY and attended Catholic school from kindergarten through 12th grade. And look at how I turned out! At the quaint age of 12, my 6th grade class took a trip to NYC and I fell in love (I ate dinner at Windows on the World, the restaurant on the 106th floor of the World Trade Centers). I wanted to live there. Desperately. As the years passed into high school, moving to the Big Apple moved to the way-back-burner in my mind. Only until I was stuck going to the community college in my home town did I recall my want of a faster way of life and more culture.
Then I moved to NYC! And then I moved to Florida. And then I moved back to NYC. And then I moved back home to Whitesboro. And then I moved to Syracuse, NY. And finally to Denver, CO. I’ve been in Denver since 2002. And now it’s time to venture out again.
So what the heck does that mean? It started January 27th, 2011 when I was asked a simple question: “What would you do if you knew you had exactly 10 years to live?” As I paused to find my answer, my mouth blurted out, “I’d be a gypsy.” This answer has made a landslide of changes in my life and set things in motion in the universe that I never thought of. January 31st, 2011 I was in an accident that totaled my car and oddly left me physically unscathed(minus a little muscular tension). As I sat on the edge of my bed that evening, shaken and crying alone, that answer came back to me. I’d always wanted to travel all over the world and hadn’t. I’d been to Greece, Costa Rica, Belize, and Canada but all that was in the last 5 years of my life. And tonight, I could have been sipping beer with the angels (more than likely the devils) if things had gone just a little wrong. Why had I put it off? There were tons of excuses and none of them mattered anymore. It boiled down to this: I was an idiot to listen to society. All the things I was supposed to be, supposed to be doing, supposed to have…I had been trying to do all these years with incredible NON-success. I took it as a sign.
As my 35th birthday approached, I decided to go down the less travelled path. I choose to live for myself, to live fiercely, to love openly, and drink damn good beer all over the world!
As I warn everybody, “Never a dull moment…it’ll always be interesting.”