kelios

I realized something odd today on my way home from work.  Come August, I will have lived in Plano, Texas for three years.  That is officially the second longest I have ever lived in one place.  Like, ever.  In my whole life.  To make it even better, we've been in the same apartment the whole time, and that IS actually the longest I've ever lived in one apartment/house/condo/trailer/abandoned church etc.  And BEST of all, we have no plans for moving.  My husband's job is stable, my job is well...disposable and stupid but stable.  My daughter likes her school and has friends...It's just the most amazing feeling.  It still doesn't really feel like home, per se (probably because I don't really know what that feels like), but I'm starting to feel..... comfortable.  

I sort of feel like I should celebrate :)