

I’ve lived in 9 different states (US) and I’m only in my early 30s. Let me count the actual different addresses I’ve had… 19. And I didn’t even count different college dorms as different addresses. I remember them all, but space and time are a blur. I don’t really ‘belong’ anywhere any more, and I don’t feel sentimental about any of them.
Edit: got bored and mapped it out. If I wanted to go on a road trip and visit all the different cities, it would be a ~5,500 mile (~8,850 km) trip, optimized for shortest path






I don’t know why parents never brought it up, but same. Rarely talked about the uncle that died early after a life of drug and alcohol abuse. I didn’t find out that my dad’s sperm donor committed suicide until I was in my 30s. Geeze, the depression and self harm and substance abuse makes more sense huh.