Moving. People don’t move so much anymore. But at dinner the other night, my friend Randy mentioned that he’d gone to twenty-two schools by the time he was in high school. I’m not sure if I moved fifteen times by the time I was sixteen or sixteen times by the time I was fifteen. No matter. It’s my personal timeline measuring stick. When I ran away from home with three peanut butter sandwiches and one change of underwear in the back of my Red Ryder wagon, we lived in Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania, so I was six. When Scott Ricker took my hand and skated with me down a frozen stream, kissing me before sprinting away, we lived in Northbrook, Illinois, so I was thirteen. (Actually, I was twelve but I don’t want to appear like a ho.) When my grandmother died, and I flew to Cape Cod for her funeral, the airport was in Westport Connecticut, so I was nine. And so it goes. Where I lived is my chronological clock as to my age at the time my life memories happened.
I've only moved four times in my entire life, and none of them is very far from the other if you don't count college. We moved from one town on LI to another when I was seven, and then I moved to Ohio for college (not counted, as previously noted) and then I moved to NYC. Wait. I then moved BACK to Long Island with some friends, and then BACK into the city, and then to CT after I was married. So five times in 60+ years. I guess you'd say I don't like moving so much, perhaps because my job is helping people move and I see how stressful and difficult it is. And also my husband hates change. But, the time is approaching where we will have to make a choice about whether to stay or go, and I am ready to go. I'm so happy for you that you've found 'your place' in Maine--you were so smart to snag that place when it was there! I am just glad that this next move for me won't be the anything like when I was 7 and entered 3rd grade in the middle of the year. UGH! A story for another time!
I enjoyed your stroll down “moving”memory lane. Conversely, when I moved to NYC at 22 I was still living in the town in which I was born and had only lived in 2 homes. I still tend to be one that sticks to a place as long as possible.
Maybe those states have lost money programs like MA where old accounts are transferred and sit waiting to be claimed. Christy, Christine, Chris, Chrissy (?) may have big compounded bucks coming her way.
I've only moved four times in my entire life, and none of them is very far from the other if you don't count college. We moved from one town on LI to another when I was seven, and then I moved to Ohio for college (not counted, as previously noted) and then I moved to NYC. Wait. I then moved BACK to Long Island with some friends, and then BACK into the city, and then to CT after I was married. So five times in 60+ years. I guess you'd say I don't like moving so much, perhaps because my job is helping people move and I see how stressful and difficult it is. And also my husband hates change. But, the time is approaching where we will have to make a choice about whether to stay or go, and I am ready to go. I'm so happy for you that you've found 'your place' in Maine--you were so smart to snag that place when it was there! I am just glad that this next move for me won't be the anything like when I was 7 and entered 3rd grade in the middle of the year. UGH! A story for another time!
I enjoyed your stroll down “moving”memory lane. Conversely, when I moved to NYC at 22 I was still living in the town in which I was born and had only lived in 2 homes. I still tend to be one that sticks to a place as long as possible.
Maybe those states have lost money programs like MA where old accounts are transferred and sit waiting to be claimed. Christy, Christine, Chris, Chrissy (?) may have big compounded bucks coming her way.