We have lived here on the farm since 1975-- that's 47 years. I tend to forget till I seen the girth of these trees I planted--the weeping willow behind the blue bench or the river birches in the front yard. They were all skinny little saplings no bigger around than my thumb and look at them now!
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The longest I have lived anywhere is 24 years. Our current residence is 1 year, before that 4 and before that 10 1/2 years. My childhood was like that too.
A perfect haven to grow plants and animals and a happy family. We've lived in McLean in the DC area for almost 30 years, the longest I've lived anywhere.
I envy you having that settled place on the earth...to watch the years stream past while the beauty changes gradually.
The first 14 years we lived in the U.S., we moved eleven times before my parents decided to buy the house where I still live. That was a little over 50 years ago. By that time we were so tired of unpacking, packing, moving, unpacking, packing, over and over, that there are to this day a few boxes in the lumber room that never did get unpacked. I'll get to them eventually ...
Meanwhile, I watch the changes around me. The tall trees that my mother planted, the buildings across the street where it was once woodland, the houses a ten minute walk up the road where I remember cows grazing ... Frankly, I kind of wish I could move again, getting too crowded and citified (not to mention gentrified; my real estate taxes went up again). But all that packing! [shudders] Nope, guess I'm here to stay.
I can't even imagine trying to pack up this house--though I AM trying to gradually deaccession some of the flotsam and jetsam of so many years, not wanting to leave the task to the younguns.
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