Through my relatively short life, I’ve moved around a lot. That’s kind of been my defining factor and the way I explain myself to people. I haven’t lived anywhere for more than five years and that only happened because I attended university (and had to stay an extra six months to make up for a missing credit I somehow forgot about). But this idea of not having any one home or at least roots in once place plays on my mind a lot. My parents have now been in one place for over ten years which is a first for them as well, but it still doesn’t feel like home. Or at least in any abstract, poetic sense.