And now it's my turn...again.

So, here we go again...

We finally got the news we have been waiting for three days to get. We are moving...again. Looks like I get to test those people that I would call my friends here in Pensacola with the test of what happens next...the point when you find out whether they are your real friends or the ones at the bar.

I look around at this house and realize that in no time at all it will be filled with boxes, once again my life will be wrapped up in packing paper and stuffed in a box...of course the fragile stuff will be packed under the heaviest thing in the box and it will always be broken...no matter how short or long the trip in the big truck.

How do you make it through this process over and over again? It's not easy when you realize that the things that have the biggest meaning to you fit in the smallest boxes. Or when they fit your whole life, every last thing into that truck without having to push or shove. How is it possible that a 1400+ square foot house can fit into an 18 wheeler? How can it be? That 18 wheeler is less than 1400 square feet. Or the fact that the same 18 wheeler can hold every ounce of what I have to go into the kitchen in that 1400+ square foot house but I couldn't make it fit in the kitchen?

My favorite though are those boxes out in the garage that have been there for the last year but have never been opened and I really don't know what's in them, but they will also get put on that same 18 wheeler and brought to the new house where they will again sit somewhere hoping to be unpacked. Maybe the next place will be big enough to fit it all...or maybe I'll be right where I am now...wondering where something I KNOW I own is, and not being to find it...because it's in one of those boxes that has not been opened in the last year.

We'll get where we're going, this time Jacksonville, and they will begin to take the boxes out of the truck and lug them into the new place that we will call home, for how long, or short, this time is anybody's guess.

I knew what I was doing the day that I met him, I knew we would move around a lot, and that it would be hard. Everybody kept telling me that it wouldn't be that hard for me because I'm so good at making friends...it won't ever make it easy to do though.

I have said it before, and I'll say it again...

It still sucks though...it always will.