My mother used to joke that she'd need to get a new address book just for all the different addresses I've had. If I were to publish a roster of all the different places I've lived in my adult life, it would make for a longer-than-usual blog. You'd probably call me a nomad, a wanderer, someone who can't stay in one place too long.
And yet I am a true, dyed-in-the-wool Cancer; my home is vitally important to me. So why all the moving around? Restless?
I took time out of my extended stay in Chicago to move to Peoria, IL, where I lived for four years. Then Tampa, FL, where I lived for two, then back to Chicago.
Who knows where I'll end up? Maybe next door to you.