Seems you're stuck with me this am.
Dude I had to live abroad two years and pay close attention to luggage weight n shit before it clicked. Did you know it's a 6lb difference between domestic and international flights? Here luggage can be 50lbs. Rude fuckin awakening when you gotta cut weight to 44.
Wasn't until we were doing that in 30 day intervals I realized I can only wear one pair of shoes. Then it was jeans, board shorts, damn! I only need one pair of those too. I don't even need more than one hoodie, infuckincredible.
Can never have too many drawls and socks but yeah, my closet now and most likely will always fit in one suitcase. Can't believe I used to believe I need both a dresser and a closet for shit I can't wear at the same time.
Ha, if I had known that I was stuck with you, I would have left the laptop open!
I learned a lot of lessons about living simply the hard way... by the time I was 12, we had moved something like 25 times, spanning 4 school districts between Addison, NY and Kansas City, MO. When you, your mother, possibly her boyfriend, and two little brothers pack everything you own into a station wagon and maybe the smallest U-Haul trailer you can
stealrent, you learn a lot about what you really need to bring with you.Of course, lessons get lost over the years. Now I have a closet full of shit that doesn't even fit me any more, just because it's not a priority to clean it out. I've lived in this house 5 times longer than anyplace else, and it's a fun mix of barn, museum, hardware store, and storage unit.
I didn't have siblings but we had one of those u-haul refrigerator dolly's in the garage, the wide orange ones with the black nylon strap. When I reminisce I have to think of the dirt bike I had at the time and where I was in order to guess the grade because I didn't do two years in a row at the same school til 7th. Whenever I do this I can never recall where I did third grade. Pretty sure I didn't.
Good for you being able to park. Lame you have stuff that doesn't fit but I do lame things too like judge what's in a dudes closet. I envy your ability to park.
I'm probably repeating myself I'm probably repeating myself but all I want is to be somewhere I don't want to leave.
Getting myself parked after a lifetime of moving around did come with its own mental obstacles that had to be overcome. After a while, it just felt itchy being in the same place. There were other obstacles as well, like the messy divorce. I've actually moved into this house three times now.
It is a beautiful spot though, in a relatively quiet town. Even when I want to leave, it's nice knowing that it's there to come back to.
At what age did the last one stop?
I was a few months shy of 32 when I signed the paperwork on this place. At that time, the longest I had ever lived in one place was 3 years, second longest was 18 months.