Moving

Moving is a scary and at the same time envokes excitement. Where am I going, what will the kids be like, wonder if the school is any better, especially the lunches. I have never met a regular kid who has moved any where close to the amount of times I have in my life and would top most military brats I met.

My dad and step mother where what you would call a little different. Insteed of taking a stinking vacation they would move. It would usally start right around the 7th or 8th month of being at our current address. Typically conversation would start around the dinner table or one Friday evening when we would go out for our traditional Friday evening out for dinner and the mall circute. It would always seem to start out something to the effect of "You know what they just don't have any good resturants in this town" or "The shopping here just isn't the quality we expected". The worst one you could possibly hear would be "Remember when we lived in -fill in the blank- they had great resurants or shopping".

They were always looking for the proverbial pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. My true beleif is they were so unhappy in thier relationship this was thier way of diverting thier attention away from each other to something else which would take months of planning and doing.

I have lived in more homes then I can count. Whats weird my brother and I when describing an event in our lives would always seem to go "Yea I remember that it was when we lived on this street or that street".