I’ve said this word every day, for I think the last 10 years.

I’m always moving it seems. And if I’m not actually moving, I’m talking about it. And if I’m not talking about it, I’m certainly THINKING about it.
Thinking about what’s next, what’s better, what’s more appropriate….
Moving from my parents house, to the little house, to the apartment, to MY house, back to my parents house, to the ranch, to MY apartment, to the ranch, to Lakeside, to NY, to Long Island, and now to Brooklyn.

I suppose that it’s just the way that life goes. We are always evolving, changing, and alas, moving.

Some people embrace this change, some people are scared of it.
Some people make it happen, some prevent it.

Some just take it for what it is.

And I for one. Get excited about it. It keeps things fresh.

“The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions”
~Ellen Glasgow

I have taken the plunge, and decided that I am going to take the boy up on his offer to move in. I don’t think this will be my last move, but I pray that it’s only one of many of our moves ‘together’.

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