I was born with a healthy dose of wanderlust. I’m not sure where I got it, probably my parents but I’m sure not. Maybe it’s because I read the Little House on the Prairie books so much as a young child. After spending a few years in one place, I’m ready to move to another. Just for something different.
Growing up I really didn’t move that often. I moved the most before the age of 7. We moved from Omaha to Loveland to western Nebraska. I lived at the same address from spring 1976 to December 1988. Post 1988 I moved around a bit. I loved every move.
I married a man my opposite. Which is a good thing. But sometimes it can be a frustrating thing. Mr. FullCup does not at all like to move. Not a bit. He has no great love of new places and the endless places to explore. He’d rather stay put, thankyouverymuch.
We have lived at our current address since August 2001. That is a loooonnngg time. Not in terms of a whole life unless you’re my 10 year old who has only lived here but in terms of someone with a large dose of wanderlust it’s an eternity.
Which is why I’m leaving. Yup. I’m done. I’m outta here. I’m gone like yesterday. Today I shall point the nose of my get-away car (or err my getaway van) north and we’ll drive until I say we stop.