We have lived here for almost 5 years. I never expected to live in one place for so long. I have wandering feet. I've known this most of my life. I come by it honestly. My father did not go to the same school two years in a row until he was a Junior in high school. My parents were always talking about moving, and actually did move us to Oregon briefly. (Oh beautiful Oregon, how I wish my children could have the opportunity to experience you!)
My oldest son, however, is done moving. He wants to stay here forever. Granted, he wants to travel the world, but he wants to return here. Always. He does not have my wandering feet. So, like Pa, we settle. We grow roots. We wait.
One day, we will no longer have children. In fact, one of my consolations for not having more children is the fact that I will be able to move at will once they are grown.
A few years ago, I discovered the song Soul of a Sailor by Kenney Chesney. Ah. This is my song. Each time I hear it, I feel that deep down knowing of myself that a person can frequently find in a piece of music. And, you must understand, I hear this song at least 20 times a night. Dominic listens to it all night, every night. When I say I feel that every time, it is a significant statement. I do feel it every single time. I have the soul of a sailor. I have a wandering soul.