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June 28, 2017
“Home is just another word for you”. -Billy Joel
We have moved 12 times. Yes, you read that right, 12 times. That basically is about once every two years since we got married.
The longest we lived in one house is 7 years. The shortest is 7 months (thanks to the great San Diego flood of 2017).
Ironically, I grew up and lived in the same exact house for the first 15 years of my life. I am not sure where this rolling stone, nomad thing came from. But it is true.
When you move this much you tend to purge a lot of things. For instance, I do not have one thing from my kids baby/toddler period. I either gave away, sold, or threw most of it away. I kept one or two sentimental things, but for the most part it is all gone.
Secondly, I have mastered the move. The first few moves were done to a T. We had the bubble paper, the newspaper wrapped glasses. Everything was clearly labeled.
About 9 moves in, if we were moving close by (all 12 moves were within California, and most were less then a mile), I mastered the hand carry technique. I would load my car with breakables, and drive them from old homestead to new one. It got to the point where moving boxes were not even a big necessity. I moved using laundry baskets! And you know what, it worked. Granted, it wasn’t as smooth as the early moves, but it got done nonetheless.
We have lived in 3500 square feet, and we have lived in 1200 square feet. Either way, we all end up in the same room. Bigger wasn’t always better. Just more to clean.
What I have learned is that a house is a house. Home is my family. With four sturdy walls and a roof, anywhere I am with Skee, “this one”, “that one”, and “the one who shall remain nameless” I am home.