For years I have kidded folks that they should be sure to use a pencil when jotting down our address in their address books. A "Frequent Mover," I always felt I should have some sort of punch card or something...you know, like the ones where you get a free sammich after the purchase of 6 or so. It was just a thought.
Anyway, growing up with my Dad getting transferred often, my sister and I were able to embark on a new adventure every few years or so. Many kids may not have liked it but, to me, it was a chance for a fresh start. Whatever parts of the "you" people had gotten to know in a particular location could be all but "wiped away" when arriving in a new place. There was alwaysthe chance I might be a "cool kid" wherever we went; but, instead, my true goofball personality would usually bleed through in the first 5 minutes and any semblance of the International Woman of Mystery mystique I had hoped to enlist was out the window.
One year i did get exotic, though, and used my full first name Kathleen (instead of Katie). It was seventh grade and the name carried an air of sophistication -- or so I thought. All I did was get really confused about who I really was and by the time eighth grade rolled around, I was back to being plain ol' Katie again. I was immeasurably relieved.
Well, the time has come again for us to pack up our stuff (I know! Didn't we just get here?!?) and settle into a new house. We found one, made an offer on July 4 and should hear back by Monday. I'm pretty sure (if we can make it work) that we'll be in this one quite a while! In fact, I'm gonna go out on a long limb and say it's possible that you can write our address in ink this time.
If you're wild and crazy like that, you know.