Since I could remember, my family has moved every 1 to 2 years, one military base to another. Because we had the military help us move free of charge, (and because I was a carefree lil’ thing) I didn’t fully grasp how stressful moving could be. The week before Christmas, I packed up my belongings, threw away and donated a ton of things, and was on the 13-hour way to Dallas, Texas. My mother shared the drive with me, and Lucy (my sweet kitty!) was bundled up comfortably in the back. The drive… View Post