Nomad

I seriously think I could almost define myself as a nomad. Why? Because I have counted it up and in the past 8 years I have moved 11 times. That is right eleven. And I am about to move again. With my track record you may be fooled to believe it is something I enjoy doing... I have a strange addiction to it maybe. But No, I hate moving, hate it with a passion. So although I am very excited to move to the Queen City, the whole process is overwhelming to me. You have to find the right place/area in a city you know little about. You have to think about lease term b/c if you end up really liking the new city you will want to buy instead of renting. And last but definitely not least, the thought of packing those boxes once again makes me want to vomit. Oh the life of a nomad. It is rough but somebody has to do it I guess.

until next time, Blog On!