A little more than a week ago we moved back to Addison after spending a year in Lewisville. Why? I could give you a really long explanation but the bottom line is that we absolutely love Addison. There are so many great things about Addison that it deserves it’s own post. Seven of our eight years of marriage are here. Many fun memories are here. Our hearts never left Addison so here we are back where we love and we brought our stuff with us too.

{PS, this kid is now going on 10 months and 10 hair cuts. And oh how I love his chubby littleness!}
Today we went out for a little walk to the park. I allowed Bella to ride her way-too-small-for-her-massively-long-legs tricycle while I pushed the boy in the stroller.
I began to think about how many times I have moved. Seriously, I’m a professional packer-upper. My Mom taught me well. She is a pro too because she grew up an Air Force brat (meant in the kindest way, Mom). I’ve seen her pack up our family several times. I remember thinking to myself “I’m not going to move around when I’m grown up”. Wrong. I have. Here is the breakdown:
Arizona
Mesa (born)
Utah
Orem, probably three or four different houses until I was nine years old.
Tonga
Matangiake, two apartments and then to LHS campus housing all in five years.
Hawaii
La’ie, three houses with the fam, five houses/apartments during college, and a brief move to Mililani somewhere in there with the fam too, all within 9 years.
Oregon
Eugene, for a Spring and Summer term as an Oregon Duck.
Utah again
Taylorsville and Sandy, six different places in five years.
Arizona again
Gilbert, with my brother and sis-in-law for 8 months.
Texas
Addison, six years, two apartments (five years in one of them), Lewisville for one year and now we are back.
Phew! See, I am a pro, aren’t I? Can anyone beat that? One day my little family will be somewhere more permanent, but for now this our home and we are all very happy to be back.