I have a thing that's almost like a sofa. It must mean I kinda like this town.

Though it is easy to move, since you can wrap it in plastic and roll it.

I am nothing if not commitment-shy.

Just before I was born, my parents bought a house on St. Marys St. When I was six, we moved into the house next door and my aunt/uncle bought our old house. So for the longest time, St. Marys St. was home. Then my parents sold the house and moved to New Mexico. I love it there, but NM is not my home.

When I say home, I guess I mean where ever Joe and I are living at the moment. I'd love to say home is where ever he is, but he's too often not there for it to be the case. Instead, I think home is where, Joe, Ellie, and the dogs are. Together, they all make it home.

eta: Just wanted to add, that I, also, say "I'm from MN, but I live in (where ever)." I think I'll always be a Minnesotan. I do wonder how moving around will affect Ellie. Will she have a strong identity with one place or another?

eta2: I have this thing on my wall that says "Home is where the Army sends you" and then it lists below all the palces we've lived together. I'm a bit behind as it only goes up to Colorado.

Like Nora, my home is wherever Jason and I are. I call the city we moved to when I was 10 and my mom still lives in my "hometown" (Shout out to Reston, VA, Yo) but I don't consider it my home.

Assuming no bad tax news, save half of the net, spend half is sensible and adult right?

Assuming it's not a colossal amount, yeah.

Aw, my wife made me tear up a little. She's my home, too.

I went a long time having nowhere that felt like home. Too much moving around. Too much change in the places left behind.

Assuming no bad tax news, save half of the net, spend half is sensible and adult right?

Hmm, maybe I'll adopt that. I already have a list of things to acquire before I do too much pissing away.

My identity as a New Mexican is really strong, which is funny since I haven't lived there in 13 years, and probably won't again.

This is how I feel about Alaska. For a while, Z was home, but, well. SF is the first place I can see claiming as mine.

ION: I am still reading "Things My Girlfriend and I Argue About." It is strange and troubling, and I can only read one or 2 perilously fraught items before my eyes hurt from the dark background/light text. But yet, I cannot stay away for long.

Those people are both total lunatics. But, I love them. Or love laughing at them. Something.

Assuming it's not a colossal amount, yeah.

How big is colossal? I ask for next year, of course.

But no, if I thought it was going to make a serious dent in the chances of me owning a home, I'd shift the percentages some.

Colossal is in the eye of the beholder, clearly. I meant in the serious-dent sense. Like if I got $50K or something, blowing half of that seems slightly nutso.