Well, my love has never moved.
Ok. Once. For a girlfriend. However, he didn't really move, he just kinda moved in and left everything he owned at this here crib.
Really, that's more like a 6 month sleep over.
Anyway, mi esposo was born in this castle, and every other relationship he's had has moved in here with him, the G'ma & G'pa and the Fuzzy Family.
You see, at the ripe age of the double digit 10, my love's mother passed away from cancer.
It was at that point that G'ma and G'pa took care of the orphan, as Papi's father was not in the picture.
That's a long story that one. No time to go there. Having said that, my love is now 'sorta' in contact with his bio-father.
Never-the-less, Papi was an orphan at the age of 10.
That meant he wasn't moving out of this dwelling. He was now staying put until it was time for him to leave the nest.
Yeah. He flew for 6 months, then he was back.
It was shortly after that, that his G'pa got sick and Papi was a helper to take care of him.
Once G'pa passed away, he was here to help with G'ma, as G'ma didn't have a license anymore and needed the support.
Here he stayed.
Then I came.
I said, "Ok. Listen. I vowed I would never live in a basement again, so I'm giving G'ma a few years of us taking care of her, then I have to move out of the black hole."
4 years and one Dungeon Syndrome later, here we are.
So, Papi has never moved.
It's pretty funny and a little hard for me to believe. I've moved more times than I can even count anymore.
I could count them before the motorcycle accident, but now, well, it's sorta a blur of being a transient and considering it 'normal'.
Prior to this crash pad, the longest stability I ever had was from kindergarten to grade 5.
I'm a professional mover.
Nothing really stresses me out about moving, and I feel like this is my department.
My poor Papi has no idea what to do first.
Not to mention, he doesn't get the concept of a small space, because he's lived in quite the amazingly generous abode for his whole life.
He really believes that our full length leather couch is going to fit into Our Closet (aka temporary home #3) of 454 sq. ft.
He also believes that both his gargantuan televisions are going to fit.
Yeah, maybe in the tub!
One thing he hopped to quickly was getting our TV and internet set up in the new address PRONTO!!!!!!
He knew to do that.
But seriously. He's never moved.
Have you ever heard of anything such as this?
Is it just me who thinks it's the craziest story I've ever heard? Is it just because I moved SO MUCH that MY reality is all relative and I think it's nuts?
Maybe my life is the one that's a bit like a feral gypsy, but I can't help but think it's so bizarre that this is Papi's first move.
Yesterday, I just taught him about a change of address.
He thought it was a great idea, until he found out how much it costs.
Oh, it's a brave new world my love!
i have inner resources