32

In the middle of cleaning the walls and wiping out the cabinets I had to stop for a minute and breathe. Where better to take a break then the place I can best be myself?

 Obviously, being in the middle of a move, I have been thinking about moving. I move a lot. A LOT. Always have.

 I almost can't imagine life without it.

 The new house, new rooms, new places to put my furniture - it is almost as if everything is new again.

 The new stores, new foods, new backroads and twisty discoveries of nature - an adventure waiting to happen.

 The new friends to form lifelong bonds with - as long as the old ones don't forget me, well I am always happy to make more!

 The new gathering of followers, lovers, of, Jesus to join with - that is sometimes harder to find, and slightly frustrating. But eventually He leads us where we are supposed to be.

 I have been moving my whole life. I exaggerate not.

 When my parents brought me home from the hospital they lived in married student housing at college. Not approved for children. Within weeks they moved. Dad finished college: moved. If you count those two, I was moving into my 6th location before I was 6.

 If you count dorm rooms in college, this house we are leaving is my 31st place to live. Which means we are headed into number 32.

 I am 32.

 And that is only counting houses. That doesn't count separate moves. I have gone back to my parents more times then I want to count!

 No wonder I am good at it!

 I don't think I would take the time to clean out the inside of my cabinets without the incentive of a move. I am pretty sure I wouldn't clean the doorknobs nearly as often as I end up doing it. And my microwaves and refrigerators hardly have a chance to get dirty.

 Moving is good for me. Perfect for me. Moving sort of defines me.

 And I wouldn't change my life for anything.

 But after this 4 month stint, I am unbelievably ready for a real bed!

 Blessings,