Home... Finally. I left my teenhood home in Boerne when I moved off to college in 1993. Since then, i've been in a variety of temporary housing, from dorms to apartments, from barracks to tents to military family housing.
Now, as my husband gets ready to retire from the army, I grow increasingly excited about finding the perfect permanent home. It seems that I go from Zillow to Trulia to Realtor.com throughout the day, trying not to fall in love with a "perfect" home in a bad neighborhood, or to get attached to a too-good-to-be-true deal that is sold within days.
I also have the urge, after spending twenty years traveling and pursuing excitement, to settle back in to small town life. My big fear is that of a transplant trying to spread roots in an established garden.
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