As a kid, I loved moving, mostly because I didn't get along very well with the rest of my class(es). I saw it as a chance to practice introducing myself. It took my a long while, after school, to realize it doesn't matter: people will still be people, everywhere.

I only remember moving at the end of kindergarten -- my parents live in the house they bought when I was 4 or so. But then I changed school systems for high school, and that was slightly traumatic.

"Big things are easier to see than small things! Think about it! ;-)"

I can think of a whole lot of replies to that, but none are workplace appropriate.

I can think of a whole lot of replies to that, but none are workplace appropriate.

Loves Trudy

But then I changed school systems for high school, and that was slightly traumatic.

I went to a small private religious school for 1st-8th grades. The transition to a public school after that was a little traumatic for me too.

I didn't really settle in with a group of friends until junior year -- I tried one freshman year, it didn't work out, and I spent sophomore year more or less friendless. Which was not as sad as it sounds?

We moved a bunch of times. In the middle of third grade, and then after sixth grade, all the way from NJ to FL. Then we moved *back* to the same town in NJ at the start of ninth grade, which made it a little easier, although by then it was junior high and not simply the elementary school kids I knew.

I hate change, and it was always rough for me, but looking back I handled it a lot better than I could have, I guess.

I agree about "not as sad as it sounds". Tara-esque, but I thought that's how things are, and read a lot of books and watched a lot of TV until high school, when I started to fit in. I don't regret it.

Once I started school I didn't move. Even when my parents divorced, I stayed in the same house until I graduated. I still flipped from public to private mid-5th grade and then back to public after 8th. Those transitions were tough.

Woke up this morning and my mouth feels ok. Also realized my dentist had called last night to check on me and give me his cell number in case I needed anything. Crossing fingers that I don't have to hit up the pain meds at work (yes, I hauled my tush into the office).

I went to 8 different grade schools and 2 different high schools and all of the moves were traumatic, especially the last one from 3 years at a Catholic girls High School to senior year at a public school.

I hated it when I was young, so much. It figured into my alienation from my parents once I was an adult.