Antsy in the pantsy

As a military brat, I became accustomed to moving every two to three years. This ended when I was thirteen and we became permenantly stationed in northern virginia (yay [sarcasm]). Beacuse of this I start to get really antsy in the pantsy every few years to move on to a new place. When I was sixteen I went off to boarding school, when I was ninteen I moved to Colorado, off to South Carolina when I was twenty-one, back to Virginia at twenty-two, Massachusttes at twenty-four, then back to Virginia at twenty-five. So here I am at twenty-seven, wondering what's next. The answer, nothing. We've signed another lease at our current residence, so we're stuck here for another thirteen months, ugh. I love, love, love being so close to my parents, but that's really all this place has going for it. I'd like to move to a small town, with defined borders and no yuppies. I hate yuppies. I know that once Liam becomes school age we'll have to finally settle down, but I'm just so stir-crazy right now.