Everyone I know is moving.  Ok, well not everyone, but a lot of people.  Whether it be just moving across town (or the county) or moving across the state, it seems that I keep hearing of more of my friends and acquaintances that are moving.  I even have a friend moving across the country to San Francisco and my uncle just moved to Italy.  This seems to happen ever so often, but after talking to one of those friends as she was searching for moving companies San Francisco, I realized that I’ve been slowly getting that moving bug.  I get it every so often.  Why?  I actually love WHERE I live for the most part. Okay, not really the location, and I actually can’t stand a few of my neighbors (our only communication in the last 6 years has involved the police), but I love that I live on the same property as my grandmother, my dad, and my great  uncle.  More importantly I love that Cameron can play in the yard without me having to be outside. I love that she can jump on her 4 wheeler at pretty much anytime and ride around the property. I love that she is growing up with a bond with these three older members of our family that she wouldn’t be nearly as close to if we lived anywhere else.  I mean she’s back and forth at their houses on a DAILY basis.  When I can’t find a particular outfit or toy of hers, I know that it’s at one of their houses and send her looking.  When something goes so wrong (like the loss of our dog yesterday), I love knowing they are all right there (and that my Dad was here to bury him).  So maybe I don’t love the location so much as the bond the location allows for all 3 of us with our family.

But back to the point – OUR HOUSE IS TINY!  And I do mean tiny.  Most of you wouldn’t believe the small house that we live in.  It’s 2 bedroom and 1 bath.  The bath is just big enough to fit a bathtub, sink, and commode.  Cameron’s bedroom is the size of (or smaller) than many walkin closets I’ve seen.  Two people can’t do anything in my kitchen without being in each other’s way.  The living room can only be set up one way or there’s not enough room to play the Wii.  Becka’s room is our loft and she has to climb a ladder to get to her room.  Yea, a ladder.  A straight up and down ladder.  Oh, and there’s no laundry type room; the washer and dryer are in the shed outside! Now with all that said, I love my house.  It was a graduation/birthday/Christmas gift from my grandmother.  It looks like a doll house. It was perfect for a single girl going to college, but it’s just way too small for our family of 3.  We manage, but I dream of a 3 bedroom (big dreams huh?) house where the rooms are just a little larger.

I get this bug every couple years.  Two times that I’ve gotten this bug, I’ve actually contacted real estate agent and banks, but I just can’t seem to do it.  First there’s the moving away from our family, and I know this may sound harsh, but at 73 years old, I know that my grandmother’s years are likely numbered.  My dad started having heart problems at 40 (that’s 10 years now), and my great uncle’s health is not great either.  Ok, they may all three outlive me.  I know that in my brain, but my heart says that I need to stay close and treasure every moment.  Then there’s the fact that my house and property are PAID for, and I just can’t bring myself to making a house payment.  I like knowing that we have a place to live no matter what!  Oh, and now Becka is a senior so college is just around the corner – college and a house payment? I don’t think so.

So the moving bug has hit.  Or maybe now that I’ve typed all this, I should put that in the past tense because I’ve already talked myself into dealing with what we have and being happy.  One day I’ll just add on to this house.