Life never stops moving. I have often felt like a gyspy without any roots, because I have moved so many times in my life. If we move this fall, I think that brings it up to number 30. And it's going to be a big one. We have been in this house for four and a half years, and transformed it from an almost unlivable, neglected rental, with an overrun mound of weeds and junk for a yard and broken everything, into a quaint little family home. In fact, we'll be leaving it almost exactly the way I always wanted it.
So the other night I was home alone sorting some of my junk, sort of feeling sad about letting go of "stuff". I was listening to Fleetwood Mac and the song "Gypsy" kind of brought me back to earth. Change and movement is the nature of life. I will always be going "back to the gypsy that I was". I had thought for a time that we may live permanently in our little house, but was is permanence, anyways? There's no such thing. As hard as it is to uproot again, I know that the move is necessary and will bring so much growth to both of our lives.
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