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It's time to move again... Some people might think I'm crazy, I was already told so, if I say, every year, I feel the urge to pack up my stuff and move. I moved around since I was 17 years old...but it did started earlier...as I was 13, my parents got devorced and my mom moved in a little apartment with my sisters and me, it was only down the street tho. After I turned 17, I moved to the USA, for not quiet a year. In '03 I moved back to Germany for 2 years, and believe me, those were the hardest 2 years of my life. After I finally returned to the USA, I stayed a month in Chicago, less then a year later I moved from Los Angeles to King George, I left King George not even 3 month later...well, you get my point. I moved and traveled so much in the past 5 years that I feel nowhere at home, after just a little bit, I want to take off, pack my stuff, put my sneakers on and RUN! The only place I ever felt a little home, and the place I always can come back to without any questions IS, WAS and always WILL BE - Charlotte, North Caralina. But to get to an end, my friend Annie took beside the other day and told me after she thought I was crazy to say so...she now knows what I'm talking about and feels a little bit the same.
the urge to move...
