a very brief trip to california,
visiting my sister in dallas,
becker family trip to peru,
my annual holiday venture to miami,
and a 2nd annual snowboarding trip to colorado.
my childhood involved a lot of moving. a. lot. i wasn’t an army brat, but my dad worked for an oil company. we moved between california, texas, florida, and saudi arabia about 10 times. i went to 3 different schools for 2nd grade alone. thank goodness for my sister.
my parents stopped moving when i was 11 years old. i’m not complaining. i loved all the moving. yes, it was sad to leave, but it was also exciting to arrive. i was lucky. and you’d think 11 years old would be young enough to wipe away the itch…but alas. i’m beginning to think it was inherited.
if i didn’t love my family so much, and love being near them, and enjoy my job, and friends, and extra-curriculars [hello, derby <3]…i’d want to move, start over in another country, learn new languages, customs, ways to get around…le sigh.
darn that pesky itch.