I grew up in a small and loving family who were always on the move. We spent most summers packing boxes and heaving them into the living room because my dad’s company needed him somewhere else. I’m not complaining. Moving had its thrills and I got to explore so many new places.
However, I think these moves inhibited my social skills. They were so frequent that often I had only just settled down and made a new friend when it was time to pick up everything and move again. We would keep in touch, write letters, but only until a certain point—and then we would grow apart.
