Article by Wendy McCance
When I was young, my dad had a job that had us moving from one state to the next every few years. I loved the lifestyle. I loved exploring new places, making new friends and enjoying the different scenery each move provided.
I lived in Ohio, Kansas, Montana and settled in Michigan before my dad left the job that had us moving around the country. When he called it quits, we were in the midst of deciding on a move to Chicago or Nebraska. Oddly enough, each time we had moved, my dad’s company gave him a few choices on places to live.
So we stayed in Michigan. I had gotten so used to moving that I got bored rather quickly. I loved starting all over every few years. A new home with a new bedroom. A new school with new kids to get to know. A new place to explore and challenge my senses. A life of newness was no longer my life anymore.
I had gotten a kick out of the idea that I could visit several states and feel like I was home. I enjoyed the fact that I had friends I could visit all over the country. It was a cool feeling.
The hardest part of moving around the country was an issue I didn’t realize I had until I was much older. I made friends easily, but got bored quickly. I never developed the tight bonds that many of my friends had with their other friends. I had never gotten too attached because I had always known that within a few years, we would be packing up and moving away. I didn’t want to miss anyone, so my friendships were rather superficial.
As an adult, I still wish to move away. I had always planned to move back to Montana which was my favorite place when I was a kid. Life got in the way and I ended up meeting someone with a huge family. My soon to be husband had never lived anywhere but Michigan and couldn’t envision moving away from all of the family that visited each other on an almost daily basis.
Kids soon followed and I did enjoy the fact that the kids had tons of family close by to really get to know. I had never personally experienced close family ties because we had always lived far from any relatives. It meant a lot to me for the kids to have the close ties I never had myself.
The kids are getting older now, and my new husband is more willing to travel and move out of the state. Each year I get just a bit more antsy to pack up and go.
For a few years, my husband and I were ready to go all out and move out of the country. We had settled on a life in New Zealand. A few years after we had convinced ourselves that we would be moving there, it became more obvious that it was much to far from my kids who had no desire to move there with us.
Although I loved Montana, as an adult, I knew that the cold and snow packed winters would wear on me after a while. I have been searching for that perfect place in the states to call home, and I think I have found my place. I want to move to Seattle. Not in the city, but to an island called Bainbridge. It has everything I am looking for. There are mountains and the ocean and forested areas. The island is full of artists and writers. There is a nice downtown area and plenty to do. The area is gorgeous and full of nature trails, beaches, farms and local wineries.
When I found the island, it felt like home. Of course, this is just from what I have read and seen alone. We are now planning a trip to see if my view of Seattle is everything I think it’s cracked up to be.
My dream is to find a few acres outside of town. I want a quieter lifestyle where my husband and I can build a studio and be the creative souls that make up who we are. I love that it wouldn’t be an isolated area. We can ride our bikes into the downtown and enjoy the offerings of a fairly complete town. There is a library, farmers market, movie theater, performing arts center, top-notch schools, and a terrific assortment of quaint shops and restaurants.
I have a five-year plan that may become extended depending on where my children live once they are out of high school. Ultimately, wherever I end up, I won’t move until the kids have found their way and have their own places. In the mean time, it’s fun to daydream about what possibilities my future may hold.
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