I’m moving again, shocker. I feel sort of like a gypsy sometimes. I’ve always wonder if I’m just not content with stuff, or if I just haven’t found what I’m looking for.
Here’s a break down of my movings in the past 8 years:
2004: Parent’s home to College Dorm
2005: College Dorm to College Town Apartment
College Town Apartment to Parent’s Home
2006: Parent’s Home to Different College Town Duplex
2009: Duplex to A-Town House.
2010: A-Town House to Brother’s House
Brother’s House to Friend’s house (1 month until apartment opened) Friend’s house to Apartment
2011:Apartment to House I’m at now.
2012:House I’m at now to New House.
So this will be the 10th time I’ve moved. Now you know why I have so many friends…
Although the only people that have helped me move is my brother and our friends Jayston and JD. I hired movers last year because I couldn’t find any help in time. Luckily, this year my BF and his brother are helping.
Why do I move so much? Who knows?? Will I ever settle down? One could hope. You’d think I’d be a professional mover by now at least.
How many times have you moved in the span of 10 years?