Hi. My name is Kelley, and I'm addicted to moving. Honestly, I haven't lived in the same building for more than a year in 4 years, and I've lived in 3 different states in the last four years. What's worse is those numbers would be significantly higher if transferring wasn't such a pain in the... butt.
The problem with said moving is the motivation behind it. I grow discontented. I find myself picking out all the flaws of the places that I live, and never rejoicing in the blessings. Bad. However, I never noticed this as a problem until I married Rion. I'm the kind of person that says, let's move and worry about money later. Rion, well, let's just say Rion is not that kind of person. At all. We balance each other out.
Anyhoo, I've had to come to terms with this problem and God is definitely doing all the work for me. Because, let's face it. I'm a mess when it comes to this stuff. All Rion has to say is, maybe we shouldn't move, and I burst into tears. Tears. We're definitely compromising. Let's just say I'm working on it.