Make your move

40 B4 40
36 days to go.


As a way to torture myself tonight I counted up all the moves I've made in my first (nearly) 40 years and the numbers astounds even me... thirty four. 

Thirty four moves.  Who does that?

It came up at dinner with the BF, we were talking about selling and renting and buying our existing houses as we head into this next phase of "us".  He finds himself daunted by the moving - he's moved twice.  Ever.  Which prompted me to count and, voila...

• Alice Springs
• Anchorage
• Camp Verde (2)
• Townsville, Qld
• Wickenburg (2)
• Maryborough, Qld -- here's where I stop counting my parents' moves as my own, but there would be 5 more moves for them - 3 of them from one continent to the next, extra points for both distance and insanity.
• Tucson (Round I) - Coronado Dorm, home for a summer, ManziMo Dorm, Speedway house, AgFarm apartment, Senior year apartment (5)
• La Place, LA
• New Orleans
• Tucson (Round II) - Mountain Street duplex, Broadway house (2)
• Cleveland (oops)
• Perris, CA (ooooooooops)
• San Francisco - Berkeley, Oakland, Ocean Beach, Cathedral Hill (4)
• Barcelona/San Sebastian - it counts
• New York - East Village, Carroll Gardens, Hells Kitchen (3)
• Los Angeles - Santa Monica, Redondo Beach, La Brea/Wilshire - all in <8 months (3)
• Insert a crazy year+ of being more or less homeless and livin' la vida gypsy (can't even count these in the tally) - http://butweremakinggoodtime.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-on-road-again.html
• Denver - Jenny's basement, rented basement, Downing Street apartment, Pearl Street house

Thirty four.  And I've likely missed one or two in there.  Holy Hell.  All this counting & moving and packing & unpacking makes me think of an earlier post re: Running From vs. Running To.  The jury is still out, you decide.  http://butweremakinggoodtime.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-road-running.html 

And if that post wasn't telling enough - try this one on for size
http://butweremakinggoodtime.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-where-my-thoughts-escaping.html

For now - I really can't wait for my 35th move, the one where my heart can finally sit still and marvel at the man I love and at the life we're building together, regardless of which house we're living in.