Shhhhhh, it's a secret

I have to tell you something, but you all have to keep it secret. Promise?

I know I've been talking about change, and re-arranging furniture and stuff like painting.... and I've been insisting that I DON'T want to move.... but I've been lying to you all!

I soooooo want to move again!!!






I think it's all because my grandparents on my fathers side were Gypsy's. Really, it would be great to blame someone wouldn't it.... but truth be told.... I love moving!

This is the longest I've spent in one place, and after 14 moves, none of my Friends or family are any too pleased with me.... but it a calling..... something that seems to resonate in my bones!

I'm NOT going to move! I insist that I'm settling here, and no where else....but the dreams have started.

The "imagining" myself somewhere else. The wanderlust I guess... and I think it's going to get worse.... I just hope I can control myself...

mainly cause my son would be totally pissed to come home and find I packed up and moved again! GIGGLE

But the urge is so strong!!!!! I wish I had a wagon like the one above, I could move around and always keep my home with me! That would be the greatest thing in the world!!!!!

I would follow the summer, and stay till the fall.... then move on to somewhere that it's summer again!