So I've been living at my friend Lesley's place for a month. She is truly a saint and I owe her big time. The good news is I start my new temporary sublet tomorrow. I'll be there for two months and at then I'll move somewhere (where?!) permanently. All this moving and in limbo-ness does make me think about the idea of "home." I've been homeless (figuratively, of course) for a couple of months now and it is an odd feeling. I started reminiscing of all the places I've lived in my life. And, because I'm such an absolute dork, I did some google maps work and found almost all of my former abodes. The only locales I couldn't manage to get screen shots of were all the different dorms I lived in during college in San Antonio and in Sydney. So, besides those pesky dorms, here are all the places I've called home.