Whistles Callin’ Me Away

moving along
moving along

I have the earliest memories of longing for adventure.  We lived in a simple ranch house, just big enough for us.  The yard was big enough to hide in and play baseball or whatever.  We had woods across the street that we took ownership of.  But, when I attended elementary school and was invited over to a classmates house for the first time……..

Well, to put it simply – a whole new world opened up to me.  Everyone I played with in our neighborhood had the same houses.  But the development next to ours, well, they were amazing to this little girl.  The simple life in a small ranch house became a split level house.  So much more for the imagination.  From that moment on I longed to move.  I wanted something different.  Something more imaginative.

As neighbors began to move on to the latest housing developments in other towns, we stayed.  Year after year we stayed.  I know now that I am an adventurer.  I love change, I love challenges.  Some challenges are awful but I never turned and ran the other way.  I may try and plant my feet in the ground and cry and throw something…… but then I take a breath and jump in.  Still scared, still crying, still wanting to throw something but I jump in.

I married a man who also was not afraid to jump in.  We have moved often in the forty years we’ve been together.  It’s been good.  So, once again I am surrounded by packed boxes and a new adventure is waiting for us.  Soon.  We are moving a week from Friday!

I spent the last school year, four days a week, in university housing with my son, wife and two daughters, helping care for the wee ones while their parents attend classes.  That was a long, cold, tiring year away from home and hubby – but an adventure and I would do it again if needed.  We finally found a house just two blocks from them!  The girls will come to me and I will sleep in my own bed each night.

Some may say I have a restless spirit.  It’s the ones who are content to stay that think those thoughts.  But I describe it not as restless.  I love adventures and I love change.  Don’t fault me on that.  I’ve tried hard to not be that way.  I even stopped moving the furniture around often.  LOL.  But adventures…… it is me.  Just like the ones who are not that way – that is you.  And you know what?  All of us are OK.  Neither of us are wrong.  That’s the beauty of being human.

So once again, the beach girl is moving and I’m moving to a tiny mid-west town that is surrounded by farms and US Air Force and farms and full of university students.  Can’t wait to tell you all about it.

Until then, you can catch up on my adventures in the mid-west here:  https://wingedprisms.com/2013/04/11/cate-plain-and-tall/


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