When I was thirteen, we stopped moving. We stayed in the one town until the year I graduated high school. Now I wasn't the oldest child, but I think it is an interesting coincidence that we are moving now and my oldest child is thirteen too. Maybe this could be the gift I give my kids . . . the gift of stability. A small town to grow in, to thrive in, and to be free and to be safe in. I like the idea of Yarmouth being our home town.
The idea of having building traditions and memories in one place is a lovely one. I like the idea of small town Christmases, of summers at the waterfront and of making friends that we can build traditions with too. I like the idea of organizing and planning my home for the future. Of making somewhere my home and really digging in and getting comfy there. I really long for that.
It is easier to get used to the idea of leaving my friends behind, if I concentrate on the idea that this is our last town (maybe a new house at some point since I haven't actually seen this one, but in this town!). My kids deserve stability and maybe this can give it to them. And maybe I can give it to myself too.