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Rebekah C's avatar

I grew up moving around alot, and it always was exciting to me. I think it helped me adapt to meeting new people and places. Being in a comfort zone to much can really limit your perspective and it can make you miss out on alot of things, in my opinion. I come from a family of 8, and not everyone feels the same way I do about how often we moved, so I think it may have alot to do with a persons personality.

I have experienced a year of much change. I was diagnosed with breast cancer end of February, surgery beginning of March. Radiation thru June. My son got married in July. Now I'm dealing with pneumonia and have been sick most of August, likely a result of radiation. My parents moved next door from out of state in April. So, to say the least these have all been a little overwhelming and my son moving out to be married was one of the happiest and saddest days. Thru all this change I have found the familiar routines of daily life have been my mainstay. Running whenever possible, I was able to run thru my entire radiation treatments and was able to get back into it a couple weeks after surgery. This month has been a different story. Keeping as much of an unchanged schedule as possible tho as helped me feel like I've had partial control over my life when for the past several months i was reacting to everything else around me. So, long story short I think loving change and needing stability, finding the right balance is key to handling whatever life throws at you. :)

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Maria's avatar

I am not that great with change, though I try hard to be. It amazes me that I come from DNA that did some amazing (to me) changes. My father and mother immigrated here from Mexico about two years into their marriage. They came here not speaking the language and knowing only a very few people. They managed to buy their own home, raise four kids, make some small investments, then, retire back to my moms tiny village back in Mexico. They lived their for 10 years going back and forth twice a year to spend a few weeks with us until my father got sick and my mom made the decision to move back here again at age 77 (my dad being 79). And if that isn't enough, my parents came here not because they were "looking for a better life." They were doing ok in Mexico. No. They came here because my paternal grandmother, who was 51 at the time, decided to come here and talked them into giving it a try! She was born in 1913 in Mexico and came here in 1963 because someone offered her a job that she didn't need. Just for the adventure. Meanwhile, I live 7 miles from the home where I grew up! I'm still waiting for that adventures gene to turn on.

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