Some are fun. Some are dull. Some are not even meant to be family traditions. Apparently, in my family, it was customary for us to be transients. We never lived in a house for longer than 4 years. I thought that once I was married, I would break away from this family "tradition" and actually live in the same neighborhood for longer than 5 years.
So far it looks like I've failed miserably by carrying on this custom. I actually think I'm shortening the time span down to 3 years.
House #1 (I don't know why I'm numbering it, since it's the only house we've actually lived in since we've been married, but oh well):
We bought a house when we were first married. It was so adorable. It was tiny (650 sq. feet), but it was ours. We were going to stay for a long time... maybe add on to the back...
And then, 3 years later, I remembered the moving custom that was ingrained in me.
Actually, a business opportunity opened up for us, so we moved. To Texas. Yep. We sold our house, and moved into an apartment ("house" #2) in Dallas.
Long story short, it didn't work out in Texas, so we moved back home (7 months later). Oh- and guess what!! By that time, the housing market went up like a bajillion times, so we had to rent! For the rest of our lives! We found a basement apartment, aka dungeon, and lived there for a year ("dungeon" #1, "house" #3), then we had to move because, well, I got that moving bug again, I guess. (Actually it's another long story, but I won't bore you with it.)
Throw some furniture in there and voila! Our living quarters:
In the span of 2 months, we moved 3 times: Into an apartment we THOUGHT we were going to move into, then we moved out the next day because it was a bummer deal, moved our junk into our storage unit, then when we finally found another place, we moved our stuff into the basement apartment we currently live in ("dungeon" #2, "house" #4). So...3 times in 2 months. Talk about carrying on family traditions.
Well, it's been another year. And now that we've moved so many times, I think it's more of a habit than anything else. Time to move, again. This time, our landlord is very flakey about things, and selling the house we're living in, so we're not sure how much longer we'll be able to live there, anyway. It just so happened that a couple in are ward are moving out of their duplex (2 story) and it is available for us to rent. We will no longer be in a dungeon! YAY!
At the beginning of next month, it will be Duplex #1, or "house" #5.
Oh- and we're planning on moving, again, after Justin finishes school (next year).
I don't like packing.