The Places I’ve Called Home

I write about it a lottraveling, my relocating and hopping around.

Did you know the average American moves 11.7 times in their lifetime?

On August 1st, when leasing season rolled around this year, I felt so incredibly good that I was staying put. That I didn’t have to: scour for boxes to pack my life away in, get all emotional going through drawers of all my things, throwing out letters, notes and odd receipts over the last however-long, heavy lifting, exhaustion, feeling unsettled, not having Internet because Comcast dude hasn’t come yet, rearranging bills, updating addresses, etc.

Me, in Italy, one of the many places I call(ed) home

A timely topic, Doni wrote a response to this post and this post about all the places she’s lived. It’s fascinating to see where we’ve lived (even the multiple apartments/homes within one city). Each place speaks to us, taught us something. These places have seen us cry, wallow, laugh, scream, love and grow.

Time to reflect:

  • Fairfield, Iowa: My small, unique, cultured (yes, it’s true, this is why) hometown of 18 years. We had two houses, one on Madison street, the other where my “home” still is on Wonder Way. Iowa is simple; it’s beauty, the people, the calm, and the quiet. I appreciate having lived in the same place growing up. It grounded me, gave me stability and a foundation.
  • Ostional, Costa Rica: For one summer, I lived in a shack on the beach working with sea turtles on a refuge. There was only a metal sheet over the roof and our shower was outside. The village, Ostional, was small. Very small. I think I was one of the few who spoke English. Incredible, soul-shaking summer. Where ‘silence’ was my friend, and as I like to say, “It put hair on my chest.”
  • Burlington, Vermont: Oh hello, college thousands of miles from home where I knew no one and was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed 18-year old. I lived in a dorm, a house for one summer, on-campus suites and finally, my favorite apartment my senior year (moved every year of college).
  • Florence, Italy: Study abroad. One of the best decisions and experiences of my life, to-date. Just one, adorable apartment in downtown Firenze near the Mercato Centrale. Again, thousands of miles from home, I knew no one and found solace in my roommates, six other girls from around the United States. Red wine, vineyards, enough pizza and spaghetti for a lifetime, fresh-pressed olive oil, passion, art, divinity and trouncing around Europe like any other 21-year-old saucy Italiana girl would do!

Interim–>Graduation–>Lots of couches–>Home for a minute–>Pack my car and head West, because I just gotta:

  • Boulder, Colorado: Here I am. I really love this place, this community, this home. I’ve been here two years, and have lived in one beautiful house and now, one cute, small apartment downtown.

When I look back, I’ve had over 20 roommates and lived in 10 homes/apartments. Since I was 18, I have moved every year (but this year).

No regrets.

Now, although I generate every-day risks in my life, I don’t need to nomamdically hop around the world (at this time). I crave relationships of length, a place to call my own, a barrista that knows my name and that feeling when you’re flying in from wherever you’ve been and you say, “Ah, I’m home…”

So what about you? Where have you lived? Create your own list!

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