Thoughts on Moving

I am not moving. And, for the first time in 13 years, do not anticipate moving any time soon. We plan to stay in one house for at least 4 more years. That'll be at least 5 years. It is very odd to me. It actually feels scary.

The idea of not being able to pick up and go when I get bored is frightening. On the other hand, the ability to take my time, completely decorate my house, and get to know people in the community is appealing. The only problem is that the people I seem to be connecting with are.... MILITARY families. And, unlike me, they're not sticking around. Aaaah!

Then, there's the fact that all my bloggy-buddies are moving. Of course, I've never met any of them. And, really, I don't want to deal with actually moving. But, I love going to a new place. I love meeting new people and seeing new things. I like exploring new cities. I like listening to my children's accents slowly changing until their such a conglomeration of different accents that you can't tell where their from. I like house hunting.

So, for the next 4 years, I'll just work on my house and enjoy knowing where everything is in my house. I'll plan for Gary's retirement and think about where we're going to live when that happens. Who knows? We may end up staying in Kentucky. We really like it here. It really does feel like home. I could live here forever. Maybe. Florida has been fun. We lived here 8 years ago. Pensacola was our first duty station as a family. I wouldn't mind coming back down here.... It would be warmer in the winter. I'm all about warm. I hate cold. Otherwise, I'd go back to Maine.

But, here I am, and here I'll stay. For Now.:)