Lots of things going on in the brain lately. I've been fixing up my house in such a way that I am preparing for tenants to move back into it. I've been going on and on about finding a fixer-upper to move into, then fix, then doing it all over again. My hubby and I had a long talk last night about this "desire" of mine--more like an obsession, if you ask me. The thought of just staying in one house forever, or at least for several years, just holds no appeal for me whatsoever. Much the same as staying with one job and one car and one (whatever) doesn't sound appealing. Hubby asked me what I was running from??? Nothing...I like the novelty, the adventure??? I dunno.

So, bottom line, I gotta settle down and find an appropriate outlet for this energy/desire/obsession/whatever. I bought this house back in 2001 so that I would be stuck here and my poor son would have some chance at a normal childhood. That only lasted a few years and I found a way out and off we went on another adventure. When we came back, I realized how hard it was on him and I felt bad--even though I enjoyed it. I've been back in this house almost a year now and I feel that desire bubbling back up to the surface. Hubby made it clear that he did not want to move anymore and I am happy and lucky to have someone who can stand up and put his foot down when I need it. He's right. This is my internal battle and I don't want to drag them behind me on my "adventures". It is wrong and they both deserve to have a home and some stability.

I should have been born back in the nomadic days. Or, maybe I was born back then and am experiencing my second life now.