I've considered a few potential subjects for posts. I just finished the book Tempting Faith by David Kuo. I would recommend that any politically minded Christian read this book. I also considered writing about all the movies I've seen recently, and may still write up some reviews, mostly because I enjoy writing reviews.
But, no, I felt the need to share this realization. I was talking to a friend the other night and we counted how many times we've moved since we first left our parents' houses for college. Since 2001, I have moved about 19 times, lived in 14 different houses/apartments, and haven't stayed in one place for more than 10 months. This isn't in reference to geographic regions (I spent about 4 years in Rome, Georgia, though with breaks back in Columbus and my time abroad in Italy, so there were several moves in one geographic location). These numbers relate to my physical dwelling places and all the times I had to put all my crap into boxes and shove them in my car and drive to some new place.
I'm tired of moving. I think I'll stay at my latest house for a while.
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Since I've left my parent's house I have moved...13 times if you count SBP and the dorm shuffles. You got me beat by one, Miss Editor.
Yay!
UGHGHGH.
I hate moving. It's been so long since I've had a place that really feels like 'home' to me--any place with a real sense of permanence.
I guess that's life after college, though, huh? Lots of change, very little stability...etc. Oy.
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