I didn't have siblings but we had one of those u-haul refrigerator dolly's in the garage, the wide orange ones with the black nylon strap. When I reminisce I have to think of the dirt bike I had at the time and where I was in order to guess the grade because I didn't do two years in a row at the same school til 7th. Whenever I do this I can never recall where I did third grade. Pretty sure I didn't.
Good for you being able to park. Lame you have stuff that doesn't fit but I do lame things too like judge what's in a dudes closet. I envy your ability to park.
I'm probably repeating myself I'm probably repeating myself but all I want is to be somewhere I don't want to leave.
Getting myself parked after a lifetime of moving around did come with its own mental obstacles that had to be overcome. After a while, it just felt itchy being in the same place. There were other obstacles as well, like the messy divorce. I've actually moved into this house three times now.
It is a beautiful spot though, in a relatively quiet town. Even when I want to leave, it's nice knowing that it's there to come back to.
At what age did the last one stop?
I was a few months shy of 32 when I signed the paperwork on this place. At that time, the longest I had ever lived in one place was 3 years, second longest was 18 months.