Where you live
Aug. 26th, 2010 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jedusorDay 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
I've written on this blog about the idea of "home," and how odd I find it that many of my adult friends refer to visiting their parents as "going home." I get that it's different for me because I've moved a lot, and neither of my parents live in any of my childhood homes. (Mom moved to Chicago years after I'd moved out, and I discovered last week that Jeffrey just bought a house in a city I've never even heard of.) But even if I'd lived in the same house until I went to Clark, I think "home" would still be a very mutable concept for me. Home is where I live.
I've lived in a lot of places. I was born in Davis, California. I think I lived in five places there. (Let's see... the house I was born in, the Regis house, the Loyola house, the apartment just before we moved, a six-month interlude in Carmichael somewhere in there... is that all of them? Mom?) I moved to Kansas City at thirteen, back to California to live with my grandparents at seventeen, a Clark dorm room at eighteen, a house in downtown Worcester the summer I turned nineteen, the @Cave with Mike that fall, and now Seattle.
If I got the Davis count right, that puts me in my eleventh home right now. I think this one is my favorite. As I said in the comments to a friend's Facebook status earlier today, it's right in that lovely gray area between city and suburb, close enough to downtown to be convenient but far enough away to be pleasant. Walk north twenty steps and there's a beautiful park; east a few blocks is I-5; south a few blocks is a freaking lake. It's a great location. And the place itself is really nice to live in. I'm not quite done futzing with it--Craigslist Free Stuff and Freecycle have been slowly furnishing us, and there are still a few things we need--but it definitely feels like home.
It won't always be home. I'm hoping to start grad school and find a new home in a year, probably nowhere near here. That's cool. I'm enjoying this bouncing-around-the-country plan my life seems to have for me, and I'll be happy wherever I end up doing my graduate work. But for now, I'm good where I am.
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
I've written on this blog about the idea of "home," and how odd I find it that many of my adult friends refer to visiting their parents as "going home." I get that it's different for me because I've moved a lot, and neither of my parents live in any of my childhood homes. (Mom moved to Chicago years after I'd moved out, and I discovered last week that Jeffrey just bought a house in a city I've never even heard of.) But even if I'd lived in the same house until I went to Clark, I think "home" would still be a very mutable concept for me. Home is where I live.
I've lived in a lot of places. I was born in Davis, California. I think I lived in five places there. (Let's see... the house I was born in, the Regis house, the Loyola house, the apartment just before we moved, a six-month interlude in Carmichael somewhere in there... is that all of them? Mom?) I moved to Kansas City at thirteen, back to California to live with my grandparents at seventeen, a Clark dorm room at eighteen, a house in downtown Worcester the summer I turned nineteen, the @Cave with Mike that fall, and now Seattle.
If I got the Davis count right, that puts me in my eleventh home right now. I think this one is my favorite. As I said in the comments to a friend's Facebook status earlier today, it's right in that lovely gray area between city and suburb, close enough to downtown to be convenient but far enough away to be pleasant. Walk north twenty steps and there's a beautiful park; east a few blocks is I-5; south a few blocks is a freaking lake. It's a great location. And the place itself is really nice to live in. I'm not quite done futzing with it--Craigslist Free Stuff and Freecycle have been slowly furnishing us, and there are still a few things we need--but it definitely feels like home.
It won't always be home. I'm hoping to start grad school and find a new home in a year, probably nowhere near here. That's cool. I'm enjoying this bouncing-around-the-country plan my life seems to have for me, and I'll be happy wherever I end up doing my graduate work. But for now, I'm good where I am.
