"Mom, would we ever move?" she asked from the backseat.
I thought about it, "Well, now that the older kids are mostly grown maybe if there was job or a property that worked better for all of us. Or if we were asked to move back to Etna to help care for GG Bent"
"I want to move. It sounds like an adventure."
I agree with her.
It would be an adventure.
I explain putting down roots and how strange and new our house was to all of us when we moved west...
"But I don't remember moving," She protested.
And I sort of agree with her again; I hardly remember not living here myself.
I explain to her I think she has a bit of spring fever.
I offer a road trip in the near future.
For now how about a library branch we never go to?