My husband and I have moved 26 times in our married lives. Our children, piano and dog have moved many of those times. Now one child has moved away, the lovely dog died and we traded the petite piano in for a small spinnet. However, the husband and wife still remain.
Our moves have included 4 states, 8 cities, and 26 different houses. For each move we have gotten rid of boxes and/or truckloads of stuff. We have cleaned and reorganized. We have thrown out and given away more stuff than the world has ever seen in any one dumping ground in any large metropolis on this planet. We could have supplied clothes and furniture for 5-10 families.
Based on that information, you would think that means we hardly own anything. Not so! The truth is that if we were to move again we would need to again get rid of boxes and truckloads of stuff. When stuff seems to start cloning itself and when the windows need to be washed, we know it's time to start thinking about moving. I'm thinking about it.
It's mostly exciting and fun to move--getting to know the city, the grocery store, the post office, the parks, the fast food places, the restaurants. One mainstay of most of our city moves has been that they were mostly made because my husband took a position in a church as pastor, associate pastor, music director or principal. I, as the "little woman" (I'm not really all that little) got to go along. I have learned to like the nomadic life style. And God has always blessed us.
I hope all the moves in your life and mine are in God's will and will be the adventures we hope for.
Added note: As for the "shakers" part of this blog. Sometimes some of us who are well-endowed in many places could be known as "shakers". Oh, yes, we might as well acknowledge it.