Who Moved My House?

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Take it away Jenna!

I confess, I've yet to read the book "Who Moved My Cheese", although it is on my long want-to-read list.  Nevertheless, I thought that would be a good idea for my post title, as I share with you some of the reasons I'm a fan of MOVING.  No, not moving one's body parts around in an aerobic manner--although that's a great thing to do 5-6 times a week, or moving from one's assigned seat at the dinner table to another--a faux pas in our house...rather, I'm talking about moving out of one house and into another, and particularly when those two houses are in different cities, states, or countries.

I have lived in 8 different states, 1 district, and 1 country other than the U.S.A.  My father was in the navy while I was growing up, and that accounts for over half of the states that I lived in.  The rest of my moves were attributed to my marrying an eternal student who started his college career in 1993, and is currently still a student (I feel it's okay to lovingly use that term of endearment "eternal student" for my dear hubby until he actually receives his doctoral degree, sometime in 2012 if all goes well!).  I must not neglect to mention however that he is now a student who has full-time employment (hallelujah!), hence our most recent move to Pennsylvania. 

After all of my moving, I have learned to love it!  I say "learned to love it" because of course it wasn't always easy.  The most difficult move for me emotionally was probably when I was in the middle of 6th grade.  I thought my life was over, and was sure I'd never be able to make new friends.  But sure enough, I have been able to make new friends everywhere I've lived, and I can't imagine missing out on all of the amazing and wonderful people that have made my life so rich. 

And even though it's more the people and not the places that have taken permanent residence in my heart, I'd love to share with you what I remember and love most about each of the places that I've lived.

I was born in Virginia.  I can't claim any memories of VA because we moved from there when I was 2 months old.  From there, I believe we moved into my grandparents' home in Utah for awhile, which I also don't remember (I remember the house from my older childhood memories, but don't remember living there).  Then we lived in Washington D.C. for a few years, where 2 of my 5 siblings were born (I'm the 2nd oldest).  But the first home I really remember was in South Carolina.


South Carolina was palm trees, swimming at the beach and enjoying all of the tiny sea creatures there, beautiful brick homes, rain that brings frogs all over the road, and missing my dad while he was away on a navy ship for several weeks.  Collecting locust shells from the trees and sticking them all over our shirts.  Pine needles all over our front yard, and prickly "gum balls" all over our back yard. My last 2 siblings were born in South Carolina.  We lived there for 5 years, and moved on to our next state of California when I was 10.



Southern California for me meant hot summers, orange trees and lemon trees and lots of other kinds of yummy trees right on our property, avocados that were free because they had dropped on the side of the road, green rolling hills, and having lots of bilingual friends.  I began learning Spanish at this young age and even got to star as "La Caperucita Roja" (Little Red Riding Hood) in my school play in 3rd grade.  I also started my singing career in 3rd grade, when I sang "Over the Rainbow" as my first solo in front of the whole school.  Hooray for encouraging music teachers!  This is the town where I started to gain a little independence as an older child, and I loved being allowed to walk into town with my girlfriend to use my spending money at Pizza Hut and the Hello Kitty store.

In the middle of my 6th grade year, as I mentioned, we moved to Nevada, which I didn't actually learn to pronounce properly until we got there (you'd think that Californians would know that the "va" in Nevada rhymes with "hat", and not "hot").  Our town was a farmland in the middle of the desert, and is one of my favorite landscapes in the world.  I love the rolling tumbleweeds, the sandy light beige dirt we all had for front yards, and best of all, being able to see for miles.  None of those tall leafy things to obscure our view : ).  With my town being partly a dairy farming community, the smell of cows always makes me feel at home (as do Wrangler jeans and bales of hay).  I was blessed to live there long enough to graduate from high school, so I did a lot of growing up there.  High school in Nevada for me was a happy time.  It meant becoming a musician as I developed my singing voice, played a few different instruments, and furthered my Spanish-speaking skills.  I did a little dating but mostly in groups, and I had the best group of friends (many of them from church, most of them from band and choir), that anyone could ever ask for.  Nevada also gave me my first jobs, babysitting (which I loved), and working at Burger King (good times).

From Nevada, I headed off to college at BYU in Utah, but I'll save those stories and my other adult living-location adventure stories for the next post. 

I'll finish up with the top 5 reasons a child can love moving:

1.  Once the house is all packed up and cleaned out, it's really fun to run around and act crazy in the empty rooms.

2.  If there are any big giant furniture boxes, maybe Mom & Dad will let you use them to build forts later.

3.  Pen pals.  Who doesn't enjoy getting long-distance love in the mail?  I have one childhood friend that I've stayed in touch with for going on 30 years.  Whether they be hand-written or e-mailed, getting letters from friends is the best.

 4. Being the new kid in school can make you the cool kid that everyone wants to get to know.  And after the novelty rubs off, at least you can still wow your friends with stories of this mysterious unknown land that they've never experienced.

 5.  Okay, the truth is, children don't really love moving.  But in hind sight, it's awesome!  I LOVE that I got to experience all of those different places in my growing up years. 

Thanks Jenna! That was very moving.  :)  I'm stuck on the part about the free avocados. Heaven!!!

If you want to visit Jenna's blog, click here. She also has a business blog since she's a Stampin' Up! demonstrator. Click here for that one. 

So tell me guys: How many times have you moved? And, if you had to move right now, where would you want to move to?