Well it’s been an interesting past month for both of my parents. Even divorced, they are both still living the same exact life as they were while I was growing up.
They just keep thinking the grass is greener, moving from state to state. At least that is my guess.
As a matter of fact, it was the same road I was mimicking, up until about sixteen years ago.
Currently, I am still in the same home that my husband and I purchased sixteen years ago. Sure we have talked about moving several times.
But after major prayer, we came to the same conclusion time and time again. We are where we need to be for our children right now. Security is number one. Something neither of us had growing up.
My husband would still like to move once we are empty nesters, but I’m not sure. I want to be where my kids are planted. I want them to have the roots that we never had.
Getting back to my ‘rents-
In the past sixteen years my mom has moved from Florida to my house (NC), my house to Connecticut with my brother, Connecticut back to Florida, Florida to Alabama, Alabama back to Florida. Florida to Wisconsin, and Wisconsin back To Alabama, which is where she currently is, but has just wrote me to say that after a month in Alabama, she thinks she should have stayed in Wisconsin. Which is where her two sisters live. But she says that she’s rather be in Florida again. And my brother just notified me tonight that leaves back to Florida this weekend. She will be living with a friend who only has a one bedroom/one back apartment. She claims my brothers place is too small, despite having her own master bedroom and bath. I guess she’s rather where a bath and bedroom because that’s the better choice. My brother and I are beyond stressed and can’t ever figure her life choices out. I have drawn the conclusion that she actually wants to have something to moan and grown about and fester in misery. What else can it be?! But you would think a grown seventy year old would have for hired it out by now.
Now let’s talk about my other parent.
My father, who is originally from Boston, but grew up in Florida, has a deep rooted love for Florida. He always has. He’s lived in thirteen different cities in Florida alone. And despite the horrible weather, crime, diversity, and utter chaos, he seems to do best in that environment.
I told him I’d be fine if we just took a chain saw to the state. I would not live there if I won a million dollar mansion. There is a reason I always left. Well, it’s the opposite for him, so be it.
Two years ago he got a job offer in Texas that he could not refuse. Double the pay! Double! But after two years, he’s decided that his heart is back in Florida. Regardless of the pay. Money does not guarantee happiness.
So He will be back in Florida by the end of this month he tells me.
My only sibling is my one brother, who in the past sixteen years has lived in Connecticut (3 different cities) Moved to Alabama, then Florida, then back to Alabama, then California, Wisconsin, and now back to Alabama. But he tells me his heart is back in California, and plans to get back soon. He’s a free spurt like myself, but has no kids, therefore never saw the need for roots.
Again, so be it. As long as he’s happy. And he appears to be just that! He wants to go back to a campground community living style again. Back in Cali.
Where does this leave my mom, who needs to be cared for and can’t live alone anymore.
With no friends, because she doesn’t like anyone and fines fault with, well, everyone.
Well despite all of this, she’s decided to move In with her one lady friend who is a recluse and has no living relatives. So maybe it will work out?!
One can only hope.
Wanderlust doesn’t have to mean global, although that’s oftentimes what we all think when hearing the word.
Most people would travel the world if given the free ticket. And maybe I would have wanted to do the same, twenty-five years ago. But it has zero appeal to me now.
Although the one country I have always wanted to visit would have been India. It has always seemed so magical to me. Like a Disneyland, sort of speak. Crazy & Colorful! At least that’s how the movies make it seem to me.
No complaints here. Sure I’d like a bigger house so I can have an office and storage area. Maybe a garage, basement or attic. But I have no desire to travel anymore.
Being stationary for this many years has really made me realize that my needs are pretty basic.
At the end of the day, what I really desire is to watch the sunset on my front porch, sitting in my rocking chair sipping a green tea and lifting up my prayers.