:the strength to stand or endure

I know.  I know.  What does the girl that jokes about being Carmen Sandiego know about being stable?  I honestly know about both sides.  I know what it feels like to move every year, and what it feels like to live in the same house from birth to the age of eighteen.  A place to call home.

Providing a stable household was very important to my parents.  My mom still lives in the house that she raised her children in, and I would say is pretty comfortable there.

At this point in my life I’m striving for stability.  For the past seven years I have moved at least once a year.  A different city or state, I was packing up my apartment and relocating.  Well, I’m tired.  I was moving in the name of love, education, and safety.  A part of me was running from something.  If I was moving, no one could track me, or the rent would increase to a ridiculous amount that I made the decision to vacate.  That was just a few reasons.

This last move was stressful.  I spent so much money and decided that I was over it.  The next move I wanted to plant roots and grow.  Provide a space of stability for myself, and my business.  Stability for me at this point is a different level of happiness.  I want to take my time, and know that the next move will be my BEST MOVE!  I want to provide the same stability for myself that my parents provided for me.

I’m thankful for my nomad experiences because they taught me about adventure and what makes me happy.  Those experiences have led me to a place of yearning for stability, and I’m #SteeleThankful for that.

What are you #SteeleThankful for?