In a little over 1 year's time, I will have lived in 5 states. Thing's are constantly changing. It's almost as if I don't know any better. That staying in one place just doesn't seem right. In my life thus far, I have moved well...well over 10-15 times(who knows, unless i really mapped it out and sifted through dates and times) and traveled quite a bit nationally/internationally. Things get blurry, but my memory stays sharp. If that makes any sense. Keep moving, gotta keep moving, even if my heart says stay. My mind says keep moving. Turning feelings off, turning them back on, only to turn them back off again. Bittersweet.
"Being raised as a military brat has a way of making things blur together, simply because of how often you have to move. Friends come and go, clothing is packed and unpacked, households are continually purged of unnecessary items, and as a result, NOT MUCH STICKS. It's hard at times, but it makes a kid strong in ways that most people can't understand. Teaches them that even though people are left behind, new ones will inevitably take their place; that every place has something good-and bad-to offer."
