census meme
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llcoolvadI've moved around a lot in my life. More than this meme would suggest, certainly. Around 20 places, not counting dorms.
2011 - Living with my boy in rented apartment with two cats in Wakefield. It's a nice duplex with Patrick in the other half, big back yard, deck. Location is good, neighborhood is quiet.
2001 - Living by myself in rented apartment in Malden with my three kitties. It was pretty small, just three rooms plus a bathroom and the kitchen was awful, but it had really nice closets, and a close friend lived across the hall. When she moved out I went with her, renting an apartment in her new home's basement.
1991 - Living with 2 sets of roommates in two different rented houses in Amherst. The first one was a split level ranch with seven other people, including a boyfriend. Several cats. Xing! The second was out out out in the middle of nowhere, as remote as you can be in Amherst. Married couple and a baby. Ferrets. My cat. Soon a second cat (GreyKitty!). Lots of wildlife because we were on the edge of a nature preserve. Lots of feral cats. Pretty location, but the house had a lot of, um, holes? in the basement? that let in other cats. We ended up with fleas.
1981 - Living with parents and dog and several cats in a rented apartment in Watertown. We had the top two floors in a house, and I had the top floor all to myself. Hot in the summer, but otherwise awesome. Good yard, put an above ground pool in after a couple of years. My parents lived there for 17 years, so I think of this as "home" more than any other place.
1971 - Living with parents and several cats in an apartment in Cambridge. This was the first of only two apartment buildings we ever lived in. Two bedrooms, 1.5 baths, milk door in the kitchen (that the cat could open to let himself out); Dad built a temporary darkroom in the kitchen. Had balconies on both the front door side of the apartment and the slider in the living room. I was six.
ETA: Amusingly, this picture is from that 1971 Cambridge apartment. It was in the hallway in front of the elevators. I was all dressed up to go somewhere. Patent leather shoes, fetching chapeau, white gloves, white tights, anchor on my dress. You probably can't see it in the picture, but I also have a tiny patent leather purse. The dress was navy blue, as was the hat. 1971 was so fashionable.
2011 - Living with my boy in rented apartment with two cats in Wakefield. It's a nice duplex with Patrick in the other half, big back yard, deck. Location is good, neighborhood is quiet.
2001 - Living by myself in rented apartment in Malden with my three kitties. It was pretty small, just three rooms plus a bathroom and the kitchen was awful, but it had really nice closets, and a close friend lived across the hall. When she moved out I went with her, renting an apartment in her new home's basement.
1991 - Living with 2 sets of roommates in two different rented houses in Amherst. The first one was a split level ranch with seven other people, including a boyfriend. Several cats. Xing! The second was out out out in the middle of nowhere, as remote as you can be in Amherst. Married couple and a baby. Ferrets. My cat. Soon a second cat (GreyKitty!). Lots of wildlife because we were on the edge of a nature preserve. Lots of feral cats. Pretty location, but the house had a lot of, um, holes? in the basement? that let in other cats. We ended up with fleas.
1981 - Living with parents and dog and several cats in a rented apartment in Watertown. We had the top two floors in a house, and I had the top floor all to myself. Hot in the summer, but otherwise awesome. Good yard, put an above ground pool in after a couple of years. My parents lived there for 17 years, so I think of this as "home" more than any other place.
1971 - Living with parents and several cats in an apartment in Cambridge. This was the first of only two apartment buildings we ever lived in. Two bedrooms, 1.5 baths, milk door in the kitchen (that the cat could open to let himself out); Dad built a temporary darkroom in the kitchen. Had balconies on both the front door side of the apartment and the slider in the living room. I was six.
ETA: Amusingly, this picture is from that 1971 Cambridge apartment. It was in the hallway in front of the elevators. I was all dressed up to go somewhere. Patent leather shoes, fetching chapeau, white gloves, white tights, anchor on my dress. You probably can't see it in the picture, but I also have a tiny patent leather purse. The dress was navy blue, as was the hat. 1971 was so fashionable.
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Date: 2011-03-10 12:43 am (UTC)2001 - see above
1991 - not sure - either a duplex with an old roommate from grad school, or the apartment I got by myself afterwards, or that same apartment with my sister in it, too (all Austin)
1981 - spring semester I was in a dorm with another gal with long hair (Waltham), summer in a different tent with different camp counselors every week or two (Conroe, Texas) or at a house my parents had moved to (suburb of Dallas), fall semester in a dorm with a friend from freshman year, winter break with parents.
1971 - not sure - probably either an apartment in a suburb of Chicago with my parents or an apartment or house near Cape Kennedy with my parents.
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Date: 2011-03-10 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-11 06:16 am (UTC)My Dad spent several months (or weeks?) training for a job and finally they stuck him in Houston. Of course I came with. We lived several places in Houston. Then my mom's brothers moved to Dallas and my Dad's business partner declared bankruptcy, causing the business to declare bankruptcy, causing my dad to declare bankruptcy. So, with nothing holding them in Houston, they moved to the Dallas area to be near relatives. While I was away at college (grr).
I applied to three grad schools. #1 and #2 were out of state and rejected me. #3 was in Austin, accepted me, and gave me a fellowship. Plus, my best friend from high school moved from Houston to Austin at that time, so the choice seemed clear.
I met a lot of cool people in grad school (mostly not from Texas, surprisingly to me--Oregon, Massachusetts, Maryland, Illinois, Georgia, you know, regular people), and I've liked Austin best out of all the places I've lived. It has winters that are very easy to deal with (basically, they are like spring for you guys--either warm enough not to need a coat or sunny with no snow or virtually no snow at all or both). Plus there are a lot of educated people and liberals, unlike most places in the US with warm weather. And it's a college town, and though we don't have nearly as many colleges as Boston, the big college where I work has an awesome library and is huge enough to still have lots of good activities.
I did follow a boyfriend to Atlanta, but when we broke up, I came back to Austin where about half of my friends from grad school stayed after graduation.
I also love the wildflowers here, but I hate the gun culture and the football culture and being surrounded by all the other Texas counties. Oh, I do like the lack of state income tax, the way you don't really have to worry about probate (of wills), and a few other Libertarian-esque things from the olden cowboy/independence types.
Maybe more than you wanted to know, maybe not!