For someone who hates moving, I seem to move a lot. I sometimes wonder what I would have been like if my parents hadn’t moved so much. What would it be like to live in the same place your whole life? To grow up with your friends, graduate, grow up, attend each other’s weddings, say hello in passing at the store or the post office? Here in the country, there are a lot of people like that, and I always want to ask them. But they’d probably just say it’s normal, and it is – for them.