Tonight I Cry

I have moved so many times in my adult life I can barely count, even 4 times internationally.  And every time (except moving back to the States from the Philippines) I've been happy about the move.  I've been content living in all these places, but the next place always excites me and I'm a "glass is half full" kind of person.  But tonight I have to admit that I don't want to leave San Diego.  This is my home, and this is our kids home.  So tonight I cry.  And I feel blessed that I've lived 36 years and moved upteen times before ever having to cry about a move.  I feel blessed for loving a place so much that it hurts to leave it.