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So, while it seems as though I’m out of commission lately, it would be more accurate to say that I’ve kept my energy focused on squaring away the other parts of my life (at least, the parts I have any control at all over) instead of writing about my life. Oh, wait. This was supposed to be a journal. Because I can’t remember things very well. Right.

Expect two things in the future: A design overhaul, during which things may look “broken” from time to time. And, some catch-up entries so that years later I can actually keep at least some of the facts straight.

The good news? Life, in general, is treating me fairly well. My silence hasn’t been on account of life sucking mightily, like it was back in the springtime. I thank you for your patience.

Vox sports an amusing feature called the QotD. Today’s was interesting enough that I’ve decided to cross-post my answer here, because not all of my loyal readership is likely to go over there and read the corresponding entry…

How many places have you lived in your life?

You’re kidding, right? Let’s see if I can remember them all:

• Ketchikan, AK (first three months of my life).
• New York City, NY (two apartments over the course of six years).
• Portland, OR (stayed with grandparents for a while).
• Vancouver, WA (two apartments over the course of about a year).
• Brewster, WA (grandparents’ place again… same grandparents, that is… then about five different house-like places in and around town over the course of one-and-a-half of Mom’s subsequent marriages).
• Bridgeport, WA (along the Bridgeport Bar, actually).
• Soap Lake, WA (during the stretch when Mom dumped us off for a few months with an elderly couple we knew from church).
• Back to Brewster, WA (just one place, still along the Bar, but going to school in Brewster instead of Bridgeport).
• Salem, OR (staying with aunt & her girlfriends, then two different apartments once Mom got out of rehab, for a total of three homes… within just three months).
• Back to Brewster, WA (yet again, and back to the same place as before, so maybe that doesn’t count).
• Hillsboro, OR (with a brief layover at some guy’s house, for a total of two places, one of which is mere blocks from where I now work!).
• Kent, WA (an apartment w/ the aforementioned guy, now stepdad #3).
• Bellevue, WA (one house, amen).
• Des Moines, WA (on a boat, no less, for part of the summer).
• Anacortes, WA (same boat, new location, for the remains of the summer).
• Concrete, WA (first living in tents at a campground site up in the hills, then crammed into a tiny hotel room, then finally in our house!).
• Back to Portland, OR (two apartments in the same building with my father, then living with my wife and her family in their house, then rooming with a friend in a house off of NE 82nd, then back to the wife’s family in a different house, then rooming with another friend in a house off SE Foster, then an apartment along SE Powell, then the house near SE Holgate where I lived in one place longer than anywhere else in my entire life, and… finally, my current residence near NE Broadway).

So, what does that all add up to? Thirty-seven “homes” in thirty-four years? That sounds about right. It probably wouldn’t surprise you to learn that I hate moving…