My Forever Home
Today I’m moving into my forever home. Yeah, right.
Let’s see. How many times have I said that? At least half a dozen times. But then circumstances changed and suddenly I found myself packing up and moving once again to my new “forever home.”
But this time I mean it. No more moves. I’m done with that. This is it. Period. Fini.
That is until my circumstances change again, which, given my advanced age, may be a move to a nursing home.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt. Also for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (forever).