Monday, February 9, 2009

This Poor Neglected Blog

It's been quite a while since I've really done anything with this. I should have written down all of my frustration of being abandoned the day after Thanksgiving, but thought it would probably be too depressing. =)

Lately I've been thinking about moving...like all the different times I've moved...and the fact that we're good and follow our doctor spouses wherever they have to go to further their medical training and careers. Actually, my husband really has the black belt in this department, being a military brat and all. Up until we got married I had only made one major move in my memorable life. Moving from CO to UT for college. That was about it. Now I've found that I've moved a few more times, and think about the moving that will follow Residency. If you had talked to me a few years ago about moving I would have told you I was terrified and that I hated it. But now I find myself in a place that makes me think about moving every day. I don't hate where I live, but for some reason every day I think to myself, "I can't end up here." It's such a weird feeling, but sometimes I feel like I need to escape...just drive away (not away from my family or anything like that...just this town, I promise).

Or maybe this sounds awful: sometimes if I meet someone I don't care for very much or if a friend says something that kind of bugs me, the reassuring thought that goes through my head is, "It's OK because I'm going to be gone in two years." I'm finding that I don't mind the transient lifestyle as much as I thought I would. So far we really haven't lived in a place that we thought we could live forever. And maybe we never will. (Of course I will always have to take into consideration my kiddos...the move from NY to here was really really hard for my oldest, and I don't want too much of a repeat when we have to move from here. I really hope by middle school age we'll be happy and settled in one place. I know it's so hard to move your kids once they enter that pre-teen/teen stage of life.)

How does everybody else handle the problems that come from moving so often? I know some of you have city hopped a lot more than myself.