You could be me describing my life. I’ve moved 38 times, lived in 8 states, and traveled all over this big country. I had never lived long enough in one place to know what “community” was. I longed to have “close” friends, but was afraid to have them because it hurt so bad to leave them. I learned to appreciate whatever the Lord brought me to and to make the best out of it. Ironically, now in my old age, I’ve lived in the same place for 18 years and have actually seen other people’s children grow up and have children of their own. It’s a strange feeling. I sort of feel like I ought to be “going” some place. LOL. Seriously, I feel blessed to finally have a “community”.
We did live quite awhile in a few places since I’ve been an adult, but still have moved quite a bit. On the other hand, I have 4 different high schools I keep track of on Facebook (and have friends and look at reunion photos for each) and it’s fun. So, I probably have a wider group of friends than the average person. I once counted up. I went to school in 11 different school systems (I’m not counting different schools, like Jr high or high schools within the same system as different of course). 4 different high schools. But I felt very fortunate to go my last 2 years in the same place. It was where my husband also graduated, so that place has always felt the most like *home* to me.