No, don't panic, I'm not moving again. My friends always look at me with this look of fear that we will once again undergo another move. Some friends don't want to get too close to me afraid I may move, others just worry, but still want to be close friends. Some used to complain about their address books having to be replaced because of our moves messing them up.

Moving is a very sad thing for those hating change and for those left behind. For the most part this family has been of the pioneering and adventurous nature, with a few traumatic moments thrown in from one or several of the children for a mutiny of their parents... "aren't thirteen moves enough??, I'm only 15!" or "I'm not going to get close to anyone in the new school, because I'll probably have to move again." The one thing, we can say, is we are all highly adaptable. We have also enjoyed an abundance of wonderful friends all over the world and the states.

My youngest, just stated that she would like to move again and just start out fresh again somewhere in another state. I told her it's in her blood, and when she hasn't moved in a three year period, her routine has been interrupted so she is yearning for the change her usual moves bring. She's addicted, but I won't let on that she has just another thing to worry about, she has enough as a young teen. After all, there are worse addictions out there. But, shame on us for turning her into an addict, of sorts.

I have this little dish on a stand, that reads "Mid Pleasures and Palaces, Though we may roam, Be it ever so Humble, There's no Place like Home." I really like this sweet little dish. I guess it always reminds me that home is where the heart is and we have a lot of love under one roof, I mean under two roofs, including our menagerie in the barn. We have no plans for moving, husband and I, but already the children have begun their moves off to college and the great unknown. So, they are all leaving us behind, and we are getting our just desert. However, sweet or bitter sweet it is, moving is not easy for those left behind. When my son came home last night, his Dad was thrilled to have his old buddy back to watch football with again.

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