Thirty Seven Moves
Thirty-seven moves in my married life.
I jumped into each new situation ready to make friends.
There is almost always something I like about everybody.
I drag them home to introduce them to my husband.
He’s not as fond of people as I am.
Now I had friends.
Bam!
We moved again.
One time a minister came to welcome me to the neighborhood.
She was too late. I had been there a month.
I was rude, because I was busy packing.
Moving again.
Another time my children got on a school bus with three gerbils.
To give them away, because we were moving across country.
Two enormous dogs and three cats were enough trouble for the car ride.
Moving became my way of life.
People asked if my husband was in the military.
They knew I wasn’t because I did not have combat boots.
He didn’t either, but no one knew him or me.
Because we were always moving.
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