I realized something tonight. I was talking online to my friend JB and she mentioned that she had been in New York for almost seven years. It got me thinking to how long it’s been since I’ve lived in any place for more that 4 years. I would have to go back to seventh grade, or 1994, when I moved to Houston. My life since then is as follows:
Houston – 4 years
Gettysburg – Summer before Senior Year
Baltimore – 1 year
Boston – 4 years
Baltimore – Summer after Freshman Year
Boston – Summer after Sophomore Year
Newport – Summer after Junior Year
Boston/Chicago/Baltimore – Summer after Senior Year
New York City – Almost 2 years
Los Angeles – A little over 3 weeks
Not to mention the insane variety of jobs I’ve had:
Ghosts of Gettysburg – 3 months
Old Navy – 3 months
Starbucks – 3 years
Abercrombie – 2 years
Naval Undersea Warfare Center – 3 months
Camper – 8 months
New York Sports Club – 5 months
French Connection – 4 months
Science Applications International Corporation – 11 months
Town Tavern (bartending) – a few times a month for 4 months
Modelling – 3 (wasted) months
When I go over that bizarre and diverse list of where I’ve been and what I’ve done, it’s no wonder the thought of “growing up” or “settling down” is so foreign to me…
I don’t know if I will even ever be able to…
Unless of course I can find whatever it is I’m searching for…
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