Every couple years, I move. In a little over two decades I’ve moved eleven times (DC, MD, MI, WI, IN, GA, MN (twice), IL, NY, and DE . When asked why, I usually give the old standby: “Work!”
The real reason is the seduction of a new beginning, a massive lightening of the spirit, the thrill of new opportunities, and adventures. Can I find these while rooted in one spot? I don’t know.
I think, much like romantic love, when I find the right place for us (two perfect children in tow, now). I/we will know, and then… what?