"Another summer day/Has come and gone away/In Paris and Rome/But I wanna go home..."

"...Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home"

Dawn got me thinking about this... How many times have I moved in the past ten years?

1) July of '98 is the first move, in my mind the biggest. My family moved from the wonderful little ranch house and eight acres of wilderness for a child's imagination situated on a busy highway to move to a lovely split-level on a decent sized yard (for suburbia standards) in a lovely neighborhood in the town that I now call my "home-town" Only because my church is here, I've worked in this town for the majority of my working life, and almost all my cousins live here. This was the hardest move of my life.

2) Three year later I pack up what I need to move into a dorm room four hours away in Michigan.

3) Nine monthes later, I pack all that up and move back home where...

4) Less than a month later I pack up absolutly everything and the family moves about 20 minutes north to a townhouse from which I could walk to Wisconsin if I wanted.

5) After two monthes, I pack again, take a short, 2-week jaunt in Scotland, before returning to really pack-up and move to my beloved SAI house in Michigan,

6) Nine Monthes and I come back for the summer.

7) Three monthes and I return to my SAI house which is now more like home than where my parents live.

8) Nine monthes and I'm back with the parents.

9) About a month or so and I'm moving what little I still keep at my parents place to the raised ranch they have just bought closer to the center of my life in Illinois.

10) The end of the summer comes and I get to move back to my "real home" at the SAI house for my last year of college.

11) Nine monthes and the second hardest move of my life comes. I leave my SAI house once and for all and return to live with my parents in a strange house that is just now starting to feel like home, though a lot of the life I had is still packed in boxes or stashed in cupboards waiting for the space to be pulled out and create a darkroom, studio, creative atmosphere...


Dawn, I agree with you completely. Moving sucks.