I have moved a lot in my life.
I will soon relocate for the 32nd time.
My first residence was 2802 South 11th Street in Abilene, Texas when I arrived in the world. I moved around a lot as a child. My father was a preacher in a church organization which had one-year pastoral appointments and was possible to move every year which we did many times.
I attended nine different schools in 12 years.
While some are born and live in the same place for their entire life, I have never been able to comprehend that for myself.
The longest I have lived in one place is six years which is where I am preparing to leave now.
Home has never been a physical place for me but the older I get, I am hopeful in finding that place which attaches to me. A place where I want to stay and never again have to feel that urge to move again.
I never have enjoyed the actual move itself. It gets harder and more stressful each time.
Could this be the last move?
Rarely have I moved somewhere looking to move. The most recent time was when we moved to Tampa, Florida. After two months, I was ready to leave. It took two years to do it.
Why can’t I stay in one place? I don’t always move somewhere already thinking about moving again. I haven’t found the perfect place for me.
Is there a perfect place? I would like to stay somewhere and not tire of it.
I am looking for a new adventure. Will it be the right move? I don’t know. Nothing is permanent.
A new adventure awaits.
It all began for me in Abilene, Texas. Where will it end?
I am not lost. Just wandering (and wondering).
There is a saying that says: “All who wander are not lost.”
