From the day of my birth until I was 33 years old I had moved over 50 times. We moved to different states, some of them more than once. We moved to different areas of some states several times. We even moved to different areas within some cities.

I not only lived in different states and different cities within some of those states but, I lived in one foreign country.

During my school years I so disliked all the moves. I never got to finish a school year at any of the schools I attended. We were never in one place long enough to make friends at school or try to catch up with those that were ahead of us in studies.

Somehow despite all the moves my sister and I managed to make good grades. I went back to school in my early twenties and graduated. Getting a diploma made me very happy.

It was a blessing to live in the foreign country. I really enjoyed the time there and was able to visit four other countries while living there.

After having children I was determined to raise them in one place and for them never to have to move until they were adults and chose to. I am thankful my husband and I were able to do that.

One thing I learned was how to pack in boxes, in the trunk of a car or anywhere else.

After getting all the children in our vehicle to go see family in another state each year my husband would begin packing our vehicle.

After awhile he would tell me he could get nothing else in and that it was packed to the brim. I would go out and rearrange some things and be able to get more things in with space to spare.

Every time my husband would look at me and say “How did you do that?”. Every time I would say “I have had a lot of practice.”

To this day I am not a fan of boxes and when I order something that comes in boxes I wish they didn’t. But I am thankful that they can be broken down and recycled and wish that could be done everywhere.

I pray I never have to move again until my time on this earth is done.

Thank you all for visiting and reading my post. Hugs and blessings.