Far far away

When I was younger, my family was a military family.  My dad was in the U.S. Army, and we moved about every three years.  I have lived all over the place: Germany, Idaho, California, Hawaii, and Texas.  I loved experiencing each place, and although I hated leaving all my friends and the little things I loved about each home and town behind, I soon obtained the ability to move and disconnect from whatever had been there, even the people.  It's been both a blessing and a curse for me to have learned that, but for my life, I think I needed it a lot.

For the past day, more or less, I have been somewhat helping a family whom I am friends with pack so they can move to Texas.  Not being the one to move away, but rather be the one to let go, I have found that it is harder for me to be left behind.  It's funny how restless I am becoming.  It's like I feel the need to pack up and go with them, get out of here, it's been four and something years since I moved last.  A year and some past due the time I would normally leave a home.  This is the first time I have had a decently permanent home, and I don't think I can stay where I am much longer haha.  I am anxious to get out of where I am, to leave it behind and start fresh once again.

Perhaps, it is time for some sort of trip for me.  I have the opportunity to go to Hawaii and/or Connecticut, which would both be awesome :)  Hawaii would be awesome because I have amazing friends and family there, and I loooove the sunshine and beaches over there; I miss it soooo much sometimes.  Connecticut would be cool to visit because I have a relative over there, and I've never ever been to the east coast.

Well, no matter what happens, it will be tough to say goodbye to a family that I have added to the patchwork family I have found through the years I've been on this planet.  They will definitely be missed.  I love those guys :)

Godspeed and God bless you guys!