I'm not sure when the wanderlust began. Maybe when we got the puppy last March and became a two-dog family, or when I sold my Colorado house that same month, relieving a burden and freeing some capital. Maybe the urge struck when we recently learned a fourth grandchild was on the way, or perhaps the blame lies in my compulsion to make a nest for my far-flung family to return to. All I know is one day last spring the house bug bit. I did my best to quash the thought of moving.Read more on NewsOK.com