Movable feast?

During the summer season, you can't go far on a military installation without seeing a moving van. Right now our neighborhood is full of them. Our next-door neighbors are in the process of moving out. Being avid hunters, some of the stuff they're packing up is a little . . . um, unusual:



I am eternally grateful not to be moving this summer. This is the first time Mike and Annabelle have spent 3 years in one place and it looks like we'll stretch their time here to at least 4, maybe even 5, years. I realized today though that as happy as I am to be staying, I'm getting twitchy. I'm used to being able to reinvent myself, my home, my life every couple of years.