Now I get it. I didn't move as often as you but I moved. And no I haven't completely unpacked here. Sigh. I thought this was my last place but now I don't think so. Another sigh.
I know these feelings well. We used to move so much that I rarely bothered unpacking everything. I'm hoping my current house, also down here in Texas, is my final landing spot. It takes me so long to get the *feel* of a house and how my work within it aligns with the house and the land. I feel bonded to this place, now 2 1/2 years in. When I leave, I find that I miss the land itself (and the sky...how I love the open sky...). I am in the painting phase right now, putting my personal mark on the house. It's good to be home.
I understand this, a lot. Our last house in Rancho Cordova, we lived in for over a decade. It's the longest the two of us have lived in one place without moving. If California hadn't started going bugnuts, we'd probably still be there. I gutted and rebuilt the entire place myself. (It was a foreclosure deal I bought and it needed -work-).
The new place? We've been here 6 years and it's finally starting to feel like home.
And of course suddenly everyone wants me to move closer, which while it's only 80 or so miles would mean an entirely new house, and I just don't know if I've got one more move in me.
Moving is so much more stress than the physical movement. As much as I’d enjoy having you both nearby, I also understand the desire to keep the roots intact.
We landed in La Jolla when I was eight and going into third grade. Prior to that, in my memory we moved about every three years. So, I was ready to move after fifth, eighth, and eleventh grade. I even decided that if we moved between 11th and 12th grade I would see if I could live with the Kahlers across the street, or maybe one of my other friends so I could finish high school with my friends. That early life moving sticks with you.
It's funny you mention nesting. I told Mike "I'm nesting!" in response to some question he had about what I was planning on doing around the house. He's doing it too. We've added bookcases (natch) and several other pieces of furniture we've never had before. We're finding things to put on walls, I'm finally framing all my grandmother's drawings and hanging those. Yep, we're both nesting and I'm enjoying the hell out of it.
Hadn't really thought about it until reading this but I've some eleven moves behind me, twelve if I consider living up at Prudhoe Bay every other week (Week on, week off schedule.) while working for BP.
Me, home is where the table saw is & it's been where it is for fifty five years now. :-)
Now I get it. I didn't move as often as you but I moved. And no I haven't completely unpacked here. Sigh. I thought this was my last place but now I don't think so. Another sigh.
I know these feelings well. We used to move so much that I rarely bothered unpacking everything. I'm hoping my current house, also down here in Texas, is my final landing spot. It takes me so long to get the *feel* of a house and how my work within it aligns with the house and the land. I feel bonded to this place, now 2 1/2 years in. When I leave, I find that I miss the land itself (and the sky...how I love the open sky...). I am in the painting phase right now, putting my personal mark on the house. It's good to be home.
When I came to Texas years ago visiting friends, the sky welcomed me. I’d forgotten how much I missed it from my childhood in open places.
I understand this, a lot. Our last house in Rancho Cordova, we lived in for over a decade. It's the longest the two of us have lived in one place without moving. If California hadn't started going bugnuts, we'd probably still be there. I gutted and rebuilt the entire place myself. (It was a foreclosure deal I bought and it needed -work-).
The new place? We've been here 6 years and it's finally starting to feel like home.
And of course suddenly everyone wants me to move closer, which while it's only 80 or so miles would mean an entirely new house, and I just don't know if I've got one more move in me.
Moving is so much more stress than the physical movement. As much as I’d enjoy having you both nearby, I also understand the desire to keep the roots intact.
We landed in La Jolla when I was eight and going into third grade. Prior to that, in my memory we moved about every three years. So, I was ready to move after fifth, eighth, and eleventh grade. I even decided that if we moved between 11th and 12th grade I would see if I could live with the Kahlers across the street, or maybe one of my other friends so I could finish high school with my friends. That early life moving sticks with you.
It's funny you mention nesting. I told Mike "I'm nesting!" in response to some question he had about what I was planning on doing around the house. He's doing it too. We've added bookcases (natch) and several other pieces of furniture we've never had before. We're finding things to put on walls, I'm finally framing all my grandmother's drawings and hanging those. Yep, we're both nesting and I'm enjoying the hell out of it.
Hadn't really thought about it until reading this but I've some eleven moves behind me, twelve if I consider living up at Prudhoe Bay every other week (Week on, week off schedule.) while working for BP.
Me, home is where the table saw is & it's been where it is for fifty five years now. :-)