I hate moving.
- As a girl, my family moved quite often.
I counted once, and I think that I moved around thirty times from age two through fifteen. I assume that I hate moving because I moved so much when I was a child. My husband and I bought a cute little house when we first got married, and I thought that we would never have to move, but my husband was offered a really good job in a city about three hours west of where we were living. The pay for the job was double that of what he was currently getting paid, and the hours were much better as well. He simply could not resist, so we moved. It was quite the trip. Some men that helped us move accidently broke my china cabinet which was given to me by my grandmother, so I was really upset. Thankfully, my husband was able to fix my china cabinet, but I also dropped something. I dropped our only air conditioner. It broke into four huge pieces. I was hoping that I would be able to glue it back together, but it did not happen. It was definitely too destroyed to ever work again. My son saw how upset I was about it, so he tried to fix the air conditioner himself which was so sweet, but he was not able to fix it either. It honestly does not get that warm where we live, so we only need the air conditioner for about three months out of the year. My husband said that he would stop by the store after work today and buy us another air conditioner.