You know, I think my family is a band of gypsies in disguise. Why? Because we found out that we are once again moving. This time to Spokane, Washington. It will be our 13th home in ten years and three of those ten years we lived in one place. We move
too much. Obviously. This move will be different for me though - harder. Every other time we moved it was an answer to prayer - a prayer for better employment, a better climate, a better place - but this time there was no such need. At least not enough that we were praying for it. If you remember
this post - you'll remember that I am really happy where I am. I've got the best neighbors IN THE WORLD. I live in a dreamy cul-de-sac. We have beautiful sunsets, great running routes, and the best of friends. And we are leaving it all.
But it's not all bad. In fact, it's kind of exciting. See, Spokane is a smaller city - roughly 250,000 people - and it's surrounded by rolling farmland. Yup, rolling farmland. Which if you know anything about me you know that I've been dreaming of just that for a long time. So, we'll see. We go up in a couple weeks to house hunt. And then once we close on something we move. So, maybe 6 weeks from now I'll be a bonafide farm dweller. A farm dweller who is crying because she misses her old place? Most likely, yes.
