Roots

So just about from the time I was born until just a few short years ago I spent much of my life on the move. My father is a Senior Project Manager for a construction company. He's always taken the tough or important jobs since I was little. Because of that, the company moved us to where the site is. Texas, Alabama, Maine, New York, Ohio... the list goes on. We didn't stop moving until about the time I was 15. When I was younger I hated it. I was and still am a mostly shy person. It took me forever to make friends. It seemed like as soon as I began to feel comfortable in the new town or school it was time to move again. As an adult I'm able to appreciate the variety of it all. I feel like I've become a well rounded person. The thing now is at what point to I finally put down permanent roots. I started to do that while married but in 2005 I uprooted again and found myself in Charleston. I love it here, but still haven't decided what the next step is. Where do I land next? Is there a "next" or do I just stay here. I enjoy my routines, but often wonder if I'm missing out on more. More what? See, that's the problem. I just don't know.