I really do hate moving. I moved all my life growing up. Eleven different schools as a kid. Then practically the same as a young adult. Now I find myself in an apartment that I love with the coolest patio ever but I hate the building. Or rather, the building hates me. I'm on the 3rd floor and with elevators one would thing it would be ok but it's not. Neither of the elevators are close to me. I might as well take a walk down the street as to the elevator. And the exits to the garage on my floor - the doors are next to the elevators. I didn't think about those things when I fell in love with the apartment.
Now I'm looking for a place to move where my daughter is going, a town an hour away. I have already given her my dog. Jose refused to get on the elevators here. I had him for one overnignt and had to let him pee in the parking garage. I don't have a clue where I will end up but I love Jose so much I wanted him to have a better home, a better chance. So that's the bonus: by moving to that town I'll be near him as well.
Until my daughter moves again.
That is my fear. She'll stay there a few years then leave and then what?
I hope by that time I will have made friends and I'll feel more comfortable in that town. I do make friends easily and hope to join or start writing groups there. If I can do that I'll feel better.
I am too old to follow my daughter everywhere.