Ain't Got No Home

Some years back Clarence "Frogman" Henry did a song entitled Ain't Got No Home. Lyrics began something like this:

I ain't got no home
No place to roam
I ain't got a home
No place to roam
I'm a lonely boy
I ain't got a home

I'm getting to know how the Frogman felt. We just got the notification about a week or two ago that we were moving to new accommodations, or at least new to us. Then this week we found out that we have a matter of days to pack our stuff to be ready to move to the new place.

Now not that I mind being sent to a new villa. In fact, I'm grateful for our school providing great housing. We're not going that far away from our current location, less than a mile as the crow flies. The new place is slightly smaller than the current one, but no big deal since we don't use all of this one anyway.

No, the reason Frogman and I see eye-to-eye is because this will be our third move in the last three years. Packed up, unpacked; packed up, unpacked; packed up again. On the plus side, this is the shortest move we've ever made. When we first got married and had an apartment we lived in it for two years. Then we moved about five miles to our first house. From there, five years later we moved about 20 miles to our second house. Then we made the first of our big moves: nearly 7000 miles to Qatar. Since then, a couple of miles from our flat to the villa last year and now this one. The way I see it the next time we move should be from the new place to the one next to it. Then we'll just move from one room to another.

We are moving from this place:



But definitely not moving into this:



No it's definitely somewhere in between. However, timing is everything and considering we leave on Tuesday night for another location several thousand miles away, time is of the essence in getting things packed. Come to think of it, what am I doing writing this instead of packing? Let's crank up a little Frogman and get to work.