Every few years or so he wants to move. He always comes up with what sounds like a very logical reason. This time it's because he reckons that we can get a bigger house without needing to lay out any extra money, and at the same time we could be more centrally situated to where the various members of our family currently reside. Only trouble is I'm not entirely sure I want to move again.
1 - I'm quite happy where I am.
2 - A bigger house means more housework.
3 - I don't fancy all that packing and unpacking.
4 - Every time we move friends keep in touch for a bit, then can't be bothered after a while, and we end up just getting an Xmas card together with a yearly update on their lives.
True it all settles down after a bit, and you make new friends, but it's all so much effort, and the older I get the less I feel inclined to make that effort.
So, what to do about those itchy feet of his, that is the question! Athlete's foot powder doesn't work, so at the moment I'm just playing along, going to see houses with him, and so far he/we haven't found anything suitable. Situation might change any time, but I guess I'll cross that hurdle if and when it happens. Who knows, I might even fall in love with somewhere and actually want to sell up and move. Time will tell.
