It seems we've become such a mobile society. My parents have lived in the same home since 1955. Other than his few years away during the War, my grandpa lived in or near the same town his entire life. And his ancestors had already been in that area for a few generations when he came along! And yet, none of his four children or twelve grandchildren live there now. People move away, switch jobs, change houses.

I resist change in many ways. I've lived in the same old farmhouse for over twenty-one years now, and have no intention of going elsewhere anytime soon, if ever. Once in a while, though, it's time to perch on the edge of the nest and test one's newly-sprouted wings.