Today marks an intriguing milestone in my life. I’ve lived 42 years and this is the longest I have ever lived in one place.
Ten years ago, J and I were sweatin’ our booties off unloading a moving truck to a house I had just seen. We had to make this move pretty quick so he bought it without me being here. I trusted him. He did good.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would plant family roots in this town. Both of my kids have grown up in this school district. For a Third-Culture Kid, this is almost painful. I won’t lie, I’m in complete angst that both my boys have never stepped foot out of this country. It’s on my bucket list to fix…someday.
When we moved here, Oldman was 4 and super excited about starting Kindergarten. Now he’s in High School.
Gremlin was an 18-month crazy boy who wouldn’t stop peeling cardboard pieces off the moving boxes. He was still trying to master crawling off the couch without face-planting. Now he face-plants others on the Ju-Jitzu mat.
It hasn’t been a very secure 10 years…I’ve felt the need to “run away” time and time again. But I didn’t. I just changed the color of my hair!
I’ve had a week to think through this and I’m coming to terms with it. The Ozarks is a great place to raise a family…but I don’t want to lose sight of the road headed out of town, over the horizon.