This post from Quizikle got me thinking.
For me the idea of "home" has always been pretty nebulous, centered more around people than places. A military life is a rather gypsy one, every five years or so it's time to pack everything up and move along to the next duty station. I thought that I had written a post on that once upon a time, but I'm not able to find it at the moment.
At any rate, if it weren't for the fact that Youngest Son is in a school that I really like (and if it wasn't for the fact that I seem to be the answer to everyone elses problems) I doubt very much that I would still be here in Franklinton NC. I might still be somewhere in the state or I might be elsewhere, who knows.
Twenty years of moving (among other things) has given me itchy feet. If it wasn't for the above I'd probably be looking to see what was beyond the next horizon. Youngest Son will be out of school in six years or so, maybe as many as eight given his learning disabilities, and in nine he will reach the age of 21. At that point, I have decided, I am done raising kids, and I am done providing for them as well. Nine years from now, in January of 2021, this house will be up for sale.
We will see what happens then.
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