My husband has had the same phone number
his whole life.
He's never moved--
unless you count from the front yard
to the back.
(His parents built this house behind their existing
house when he was 8, then the old house
was moved off the property.)
Oh, and he did go to college for a short time
and so lived in a dorm.
My parents moved to the house where they live now
when I was six months old.
We moved off the farm in the fall of 1995,
after my dad sold his cows in February of that year.
Dennis and I were married in September of 1996
and my parents moved back to their original farm in November.
My point: we've never lived anywhere else.
I think it's neat,
but I recently had a conversation with someone who said,
"that's pretty sad..."
What do you think?
Is it sad that neither of us have left the area where we grew up?
This person implied that she hoped we had bigger dreams for our children
than what we had done with our lives.
The dreams I have for my children
don't include the location of their house.
They include things like
strong character, a growing relationship with the Lord,
humbleness, joy, discernment, a love of learning---
these are the things that matter to me.