It's that time of year again...

We are now nearing the 10-month mark for our time in Nairobi. The 2-yr or 4-yr cycle of moving in the foreign service will be a level of geographical stability our kid has never known.

Our lifestyle since 2007 has been something like this:

• Summer: Celebrate the kiddo's birthday and then move to a completely new location
• Fall: Get settled, find friends
• Winter: Get restless with making the place "homey" and move furniture (OK, this is me)
• Spring: Start planning for the next move, including what to get rid of before we leave, what to get more of before we leave, and stressing about what to do for school/childcare during the move and once we get there
• Summer:  Celebrate the kiddo's birthday and then move to a completely new location
• Etc.

We are VERY excited to not be moving this year. Our child actually knows the school she'll go to and she loves it. I do not have to think about what to do with the stuff we really want to keep but never actually use, Andrew does not have to figure out an entirely new payroll, leave, and retirement system. Truly thrilling!

On the other hand.... It is a daily occurrence, now, to see the moving trucks in our neighborhood. Folks are moving out, houses serviced by an army of cleaners, carpenters, and logisticians, and the next family moves in. I AM happy that we are staying put, but I'm a little jealous of those who are leaving too. 

When we move, during our last week we do a "goodbye tour," (yes, we move so much we have procedures!). We visit all the fun places or restaurants where we would hang out. Our wonderful mini-person, goaded by her father, always puts an enthusiastic spin on things. When we do this I find myself actually feeling nostalgic about leaving places we didn't even like that much, and it puts such a nice but bittersweet spin on leaving.

I miss the excitement of packing up our most essential possessions, heading for the airport, stopping through a new city, maybe staying overnight and exploring there, on our way to our final destination. And of course there is the new HOME. What will HOME be like? What hiding spots will the wee one find? How big of a garden can I plant? 

Every time we uproot the child I wish we could just "be home" and not deal with the constant relocation, and yet... it's so exciting to go and be in a completely new situation, with the 3 of us setting off to explore. If we lived in just one place, for an indefinite term...wouldn't it be boring?

All in all, that feeling of not being rooted is a reminder that our ultimate home is not here on earth. One day in the great blue beyond, we will finally be truly home. Cue Audio Adrenaline!