So I’ve added it up and in 10 1/2 years of marriage, I think I’ve moved 9 times. Some with Sam, some by myself when I would move to be with him or head home when he deployed.
9 times. And that’s not all – I moved a lot as a kid too. I’ve got this packing thing down. Sam told me I was a “packing freak” this morning after I did two rooms in two hours, but I prefer to think of myself as a “packing guru”. We’ve never had the military move us (for one reason or another) so each time I’ve done this pretty much on my own.
I love our new little house. I will also miss this one (however not the swamp cooler that is currently blowing moist air on me). I’m ready to go though. We need a do-over here. It’s been a rough two years in El Paso. I figure, if we’re stuck here at least one more, we need a home we can love and figure out what’s next for us in. Somewhere easy and low maintenance with room for family, friends, and Bella’s childhood. This new house is it.