A moving experience

Being an army officers daughter is is always a difficult time when one decides to move when he has been transffered to another town. Shifting very stressful activity for a good number of reasons.
One, you are appalled by your own skill in the art of accumulation. Its all the more frustrating to note the percentage of accumulated stuff that you actually put to use. Next time I go shopping I will surely remember to pinch myself. You see tons and tons of cartons around you and wonder how the hell the nomads lived? No TV no refrigerator, no washing machine , no light bulbs! Besides there are other things you dont really need but cannot throw away for the sheer sentimental value. Its even frustrating when its one of the bigger and most space occupying part of the baggage. Like ur favourite plant, ur bed, toys and so on.. ~sigh~
There is also this heaviness of leaving the place behind you. Staying for a while you tend to get attached to the surrounding, the neighbours tiny tots who plant a few pecks in the hope of some toffeee or chewing gum, the trees and even the road that leads you there. You develop a kind of familiarity (that doesnt breed any contempt whatsoever). Never could make good friends for a life time. You know used to feel at home and now home is going to be elsewhere and the the memory of this place(an the time you spent there) will soon fade away. Realisation dawns that any home is only going to be temporary and even homes dont last for ever.
Now after my father told me that i might have to leave Bangalore and go to another city, i wonder if i would b able to take this dilemma of moving into another town where i have spent 5 years of my most precious days of my life. I kinda wonder if i would eb able to get away from these pppl here around me. I know my mother wont let me stay here alone. But guess dad might have to go alone.
Life is all about moving with times. And the lighter the baggage the easier it'll be to move next time around.