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RE: Before Hitting A Defenseless Player Was illegal

in #outofthinair3 years ago

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 steal rent, 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.

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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.

after a lifetime..

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.