Like a rolling stone…
January 15, 2008
I figure I’ve moved an average of once a year for the past 10 years. I can’t seem to put down roots. I used to blame myself for having a rebel nature that insisted on uprooting and changing the scenery, but now I think it may in fact be some other force at work.
Our landlord is selling the house we live in. We had planned to live in it for 2 years…. just like the last house we lived in that was sold 6 months into our lease…. but now we are, once again, pricing the cost of moving truck rentals.
It wasn’t so bad when I was younger. It was fun to pick up and move to a different apartment, different city, different state. I got a kick out of it. Lately, though, I’m finding the need to nest. I want to have traditions with my children and people “dropping in” on us to visit. Those things simply don’t happen when you’re constantly the new family on the block.
We’re trying to get approved for a loan. At least if we buy a house, we’ll get to call the shots on whether or not we have to uproot. I’m praying that God lends us a little extra help and that we’re able to find somewhere to call home for much longer than a year.
