I have never really known a "home". Between kindergarten and 9th. grade, I went to 9 different schools (although the total amount of moves was 7). I have since moved 8 more times and am in the process of moving yet again for a grand total of 16 times in my 33 yrs.
The home I've known the longest is the house my Dad owns. We relocated form the other side of the state (Michigan, Detroit suburbs, to the west coast) in '94 and lived in that house for 6 yrs. before getting on our feet and renting our own home. My Dad is still there and therefore, the house has been lived in by our family for 11 yrs., practically an eternity given our flitting about while I was growing up.
My hubby grew up in 2 houses. Just 2, which is almost like T.V. land to me. We couldn't have had more different experiences being raised. I have always dreamed about what it must be like for people who were raised in the same house, neighborhood, school system....with pretty much the same neighbor's, built-in friendships and expectations that come with being in the same place for a long amount of time.
I am truly hoping the rental house we are moving into will be our last and that our next move will be into our first bought home. We have been together for 16 yrs. and had planned on buying "right now" and extending our month to month if need be until we closed. The owners of our house decided to put it on the market and we now have to move, yet again, into a rental home, with-in a month. Regardless of how accepable or appropriate the house we buy will be, I know without a doubt that we will stay there for quite along time, simply because we are so tired of moving all the time.
My somewhat "home" is my Dad's house and my own real "home" will be the one we finally buy in a year. Everything else is just transitional and therefore not a "home" but a place we live. Given what people in third world countries call "home", I am very grateful for what we have and really shouldn't be complaining.
Ali
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