Having recently moved into a new apartment, I find myself thinking about what home has been for me. It’s not a simple answer because I have lived in so many places that I’ve called home, 27 addresses to be exact. That’s a new address every 1.37 years. I don’t know anyone else who has moved more. Though intellectually I felt mildly shocked by this number, emotionally it feels unremarkable. That is, I don’t feel like I’ve wandered so much. But there it is; I’m undeniably a nomad.
In coming up with this list of 27, I had to define what got included in this list. So here were my guidelines: Continue reading The Orchard in My Suitcase: Meditations on Home