Every time we move, I struggle.  I miss our old home, town, friends so much it hurts, and I just can’t believe we had to move.  About halfway through our roughly three years in a place, it starts to feel like home, and I start to really enjoy the current place.  Now, with less than a year before our next move, I start to get the panicky, hold-on-to-this-place feels again.  This little slice of Northern Virginia has finally claimed a piece of my heart.