Three trips to donations dumpsters and two trips to the dump with a full truckload later, we're getting close to getting ready to move. Not that we've got a set move date or location, but it's like watching the snow line coming down the mountains when summer's still hanging on at sea level.
It's been an awesome few years in the current house, but people move on, and lives change. So sensing the impending move, I came home from work and handed a list of locations to Calmer Half, of everywhere that I could potentially go for My Company. He looked at it in complete disbelief. "Are you going to be promoted? Why would you uproot our lives for a lateral move?"
I frowned in lack of comprehension. "Because we're moving anyway? Pick anywhere you want to go? Or we can move across town, and stay here? All the same to me! But if we have to move, why not pick somewhere new, and make it a move for the better instead of the same?"
After a week of mutual incomprehension, the day came when the light dawned in his eyes. "I'm in my (grey-haired and unashamed of it decade)! You're in your (Refusing to admit gray hair exists decade)! When I was (that age), I was traveling all over Africa!"
Wonder if I'll get rooted like that, when my hair is a glorious gray and white?
...nah. There's still too much of the world to see!