moving...again...blech
So, on this day upon which I have learned that my landlord has finally decided to he isn't going to complete the building project on our property an dinstead is going to sell the project, meaning we will have to move soon, I realize how very tired I am of moving. I wonder how many times most people have moved in their lives? I have moved literally 26 times in my 32 years. Admittedly, two of those times were to the same house (my grandparents'), but still, that is a lot, yeah? No, we weren't military, but my grandfather was and I sometimes wonder if our frequent moving was partly because that is how my dad had grown up. Most of these moves weren't between cities and towns, but inside them, so I haven't lived in that many different locations, just different houses. Lots of different houses. I have no place where I can go and say, "See kids, that's the house I grew up in" and my kids so far don't have that either. That makes me sad. I am tired of moving. I love this house, this neighborhood we are in and I am really frustrated that we let ourselves settle and come to be attached to this house that we were supposed to only be in for less than a year, but have been in for over 1.5 years now. On the plus side, I am a masterful packer of any and all items and an efficient mover and this situation has confirmed for me how much we love the neighborhood we are in now, so we'll look as close to here as possible, but...yeah.