It's that time that I dread happening again. Spelt M-O-V-I-N-G, this is my 9th move not including my nomadic lifestyle when I was away. I am tired of moving, apprehensive of what's ahead and wishing wishing wishing.
Bags are all packed up and packed into the car. Another new environment. God, when can I stop this lifestyle that I have? I want some stability, really. When can I live in the dream of my own house, at my own call? Wishing so much, God, so much.
Tired of moving, tired of looking for a place - not any other place. It has to be affordable, clean, safe and close to everywhere else. Tired of packing, unpacking...you get the drift. TIRED of taking care of myself. Mommy, can I please move home? =(
When can I feel at home and know and rest with so much peace that I ain't moving again for a long long time? *rolls eyes* One day....and the hope remains.
missing my momma and poppa,
gracey
Bags are all packed up and packed into the car. Another new environment. God, when can I stop this lifestyle that I have? I want some stability, really. When can I live in the dream of my own house, at my own call? Wishing so much, God, so much.
Tired of moving, tired of looking for a place - not any other place. It has to be affordable, clean, safe and close to everywhere else. Tired of packing, unpacking...you get the drift. TIRED of taking care of myself. Mommy, can I please move home? =(
When can I feel at home and know and rest with so much peace that I ain't moving again for a long long time? *rolls eyes* One day....and the hope remains.
missing my momma and poppa,
gracey
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