My many moves in forty years

## ***Hello friends, welcome to my blog*** When I read this week’s topic in [The Silverbloggers Chronicles 8](https://ecency.com/hive-106316/@hive-106316/the-silverbloggers-chronicles-prompt-number-8), I felt like telling you about my life full of moves and writing it down from the beginning for future readers. I don’t remember my first moves because they happened while I was still a little girl, but I’m going to give you a little summary of what I know about them; I was born in Caracas – Venezuela, two years later my dad had built a house in Valencia because some of my mom’s brothers lived there, but the joy was short lived and we only lived there for two more years and my dad sold the house to my uncle, he still says that if he had stayed there we would have nothing because he was squandering money on parties every weekend and that was not his thing, the fact is that when I was four years old we moved to Táchira to the house of my paternal grandparents.  [Source](https://www.pexels.com/es-es/foto/pies-dentro-apartamento-caja-4569289/) We lived at my grandparents’ house until I was ten years old, the same year my younger brother was born, it was six years in which my dad also built a house in the same town but about ten blocks away from where we lived. I remember that September 1994 we went on vacation to visit my mom’s family in Valencia, as soon as we arrived from our trip my mom told us “we are moving” and so it was, she never gave the reasons because the house still needed some things and my dad did not want us to move until it was ready, although it seemed that it was taking too long, the truth is that my mom decided and so it was, the essentials were ready in the house, it is beautiful and ours, which was the most important thing. Six years later it was my turn to move again, although I should not consider it as a total move since I only lived in San Cristobal from Monday to Friday because I was studying at the university and I traveled to the house on Friday or Saturday mornings every eight or fifteen days, so I lived in both places. Four years later to do my internship I stayed with my uncle in Valencia for two months and when I was offered a job I moved to Villa de Cura in the state of Aragua where I lived in a room in a residence for a few months until I rented an apartment in the same town with my supervisor, where I also lasted a few months because I had to change jobs to another municipality in the state and I was far away, so I moved to Turmero to a house where the owner rented rooms to single women. I lived in Turmero for about a year until I rented an apartment in Cagua with a companion.  [Source](https://www.pexels.com/es-es/foto/agente-inmobiliario-con-llaves-de-casa-nueva-31015267/) All of these moves happened in a span of about three years. I was single and had no family nearby, so it was not important where I lived and I was just looking for a place that was comfortable, close to work but also with easy access to public transportation, those were my specifications of a place to live. None of the last places I lived in I considered my home, just the place where I came to sleep after a long day of work, because on weekends I would leave work running to my uncle’s house in Valencia, because I was also doing my post graduate studies in that city. My last move so far was in March 2008 when I came to live in the place that is now my home, because like my parents, my husband and I have been slowly building the house where we live and where our children have grown up. Only one of the moves has hurt me and that was leaving my parents’ beautiful home, that was a separation that cost me a lot and every time I had a chance I would travel even if it was just to sleep one or two nights in my bed and lay in my parents’ bed, to feel that it was still my home and that I lived there, although I spent months without visiting it. Since 2008 with a place that I could call home and that I was filling with love, my trips began to decrease until now I only do it once a year but still the feeling of wanting to be there in my house (my parents’ house) has not totally disappeared and I am happy when I am there with my parents.  [Source](https://www.pexels.com/es-es/foto/agente-inmobiliario-con-llaves-de-casa-nueva-31015267/) I don’t have any advice to overcome a move, because I moved so many times and as I said before they were only places to live, my two homes have been my parents’ house and where I live right now with my family, and I think that if I had to move I would only have the same specifications as before and having moved so much I would adapt to a new place easily, only this time having a family I would only care that they are with me.