I tried counting, and I think I’ve lived in 20+ places. Only 4 during college, so I’ve just always moved frequently.
I remember everywhere other than the place where I was a baby, which I remember in bits and pieces, but didn’t recognize from streetview. There’s only that house and the one after it when I was like ages 2-4 that I would want to go back to out of curiosity. The houses felt so huge, and I’m sure they were tiny. Seeing them in streetview is more like teasing a mystery than bringing up memories.
Other than that, I only look at places out of curiosity of how they’ve changed. Places don’t really hold a ton of significance once they become functionally unattached to the emotional arc of one’s life.
I tried counting, and I think I’ve lived in 20+ places. Only 4 during college, so I’ve just always moved frequently.
I remember everywhere other than the place where I was a baby, which I remember in bits and pieces, but didn’t recognize from streetview. There’s only that house and the one after it when I was like ages 2-4 that I would want to go back to out of curiosity. The houses felt so huge, and I’m sure they were tiny. Seeing them in streetview is more like teasing a mystery than bringing up memories.
Other than that, I only look at places out of curiosity of how they’ve changed. Places don’t really hold a ton of significance once they become functionally unattached to the emotional arc of one’s life.