Question #2

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This is in answer to the frozendoll meme I started earlier.

#2) All the places I’ve lived

I haven’t lived very many.
Until I was 17 I lived with my parents in Islington, MA just south west of Boston.
My father had grown up in northern Vermont. When he moved to the Boston area he got on a train and took it to the end of the line. It was a town with a lot of farms, fairly low housing cost and little industry. So, he built a house there as it reminded him of home.
Five years later they built one of the major loop roads around Boston through his backyard, taking his house by eminent domain.
He built a new one about a mile away, which is where I lived. (My sister remembered the old house, but I was born after the move.)

When I was 17 I went off to college and considered myself moved out. The college still listed my parent’s house as my residence. But, I thought I lived at school.
And, it wasn’t just me.
Less than a month after I went to college my mother said “You know, you’re always welcome to come home and visit, but you should know I’ve turned your room into an office and your father has thrown out all of your things.”

My first year of college I was in a dorm. I was lucky as in a school that was overwhelmingly male, I was in a dorm with 1 floor of guys and 2 of girls.
My second year of college I lived in an on campus apartment with 5-7 other people depending on how you counted it.

After that, my friends and I got an off campus apartment that was effectively my home for the next 10 years. I did spend 2 ½ years working in New Hampshire. But, I spent almost every weekend there as my (now) wife took over my room when I moved out. And, when I lost the job in NH and moved back, went back to that same place.
That apartment was pretty central to our group of friends and we had lots of parties there. (I moved in 3 years before I gave up drinking.)
We still have people come up to us and talk about those parties we used to have. And, it’s been 19 years since we moved out.

Those 2 ½ years in NH I lived in a small, strangely shaped, apartment that used to be a porch on the back of a building.
I had been looking for an apartment near where that job was, and not having luck. The last place I walked in and the coat of arms for my mother’s family was on the wall. Turned out the person there before me was some 4th cousin I had never met.

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My second year of college I lived in an on campus apartment with 5-7 other people depending on how you counted it.
And up to 14 on weekends