I could help carry that new furniture item out just as easily as I helped carry it in.
In my 20’s and 30’s I thought I’d never leave the small town I grew up in. I thought that’s where I’d be living when I took my final breath. But then I moved… and surprisingly, I don’t miss it. To expand — not only do I not miss it, I’ve only been there a handful of times in the past 5 years. I dearly love my family and friends there, but I don’t want to move back.
On the other hand, I’m not married to the place I currently reside either. The house is great; the small city is great; but there’s no real attachment here either. The older I get, I care so much less about THINGS and so much more about PEOPLE (and dogs).
Not gonna’ lie — I think about moving every single day. I search Zillow for houses in Indiana (Seymour, Columbus and Madison) to Florida (Bradenton, and Orlando) and even Las Vegas. I watch HGTV and see those families moving to the Caribbean and wonder if I could do that.
The ONLY reason I don’t move right now is because I’m attached to PEOPLE — primarily my son and granddaughter — but other family and friends too. So long as I’m close here, I get to see the people I love.
Obviously, they love seeing me too. 🙂
Give it 5 years and I’ll betcha’ I’ll be someplace else…