  Because I was inspired,  and similarly bored urlLink Krissa's thursday and friday posts always tend to be large accumulations of one thing or another,  and I think it's finally time to mimic her.  These are my memories.  Please reference Krissa's post to put it all in perspective.  I haven't lived nearly as many places as she has,  and I might throw in one or two that were only month-
long abodes just to spice it up a bit,  but for those who were there maybe it will be a teeny bit interesting.  Gallatin,  TN 1980 -  1993 Three dogwoods in a row,  mine taller and skinner than the rest Picking up trash along the front of the yard The Cutlass,  with initials scratched into the backs of the seats Meeting Sarah at the corner Sitting in the driveway,
 missing my dad Numerous manifestations of being " accident prone"  The neverending yellow- and- greenness of my room Soddy- Daisy,  TN 1993 -  1998 Learning the value of porch time My first and worst bestfriend Late night trips to Chester Frost Park Staying on the phone so long that my ear hurt The wisdom and humor of Katie in our ongoing note correspondence Pre-
competition Mock Trial sex talks Knoxville,  TN 1998 -  2002 Moving the coffee table and Destiny's Child The religion of starbucks My bench outside the library East Stadium Hall 130 and the cult of the LRC The smell of old plastic in the paleo cast lab Double Tray Days in Dr.  Logan's class Trolley Rides The KAT bus My tree at Taliwa The pink bathroom Walking with a purpose The giant vent outside Humanities Fountain swimming Fountain bubble blowing Nail- polish parties The Laundry Channel Unicoi Mountain,  NC Summer 2000 Dampness everywhere.  Dirt everywhere.
 Knowing what it's like to be damp and dirty at the same time.  Learning that butterflies eat poo.  That hour long ten mile drive to civilization Homesickness so strong that I finally learned what people mean when they say they cried themselves to sleep.  Learning that I really could do anything.  The feeling of unshaven legs against sleeping bag nylon.  Washington,  DC Summer 2001 Long walks in skirts and uncomfortable shoes.  Windowless offices.  Escaping to exhibits,  learning on lunch.  Learning how to drink inappropriately The buzz of the big city The glory of a working mass-
transit system The bucket guy outside Natural History Cranberry muffins and coffee Lily Thursdays That desperate sense of wishing I knew how to be cool Oxford,  MS Summer 2002 Penny pitchers.  Thinking an alarm was going off somewhere far away for almost a month,  then realizing it was locusts.  The freedom of mobility.  Oppressive heat.  The smell of magnolias,  moving into the smell of baked earth.  The terror of the p.
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 shack.  Sunflower parking lot,  Indianola,  MS.  My porch or yours?  Many,  many cigarettes.  Greenville,  MS 2002 -
 2003 The solace of the porch.  Fading glory of Washington Ave.
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Are you goin' outside?  The feeling of perpetual motion.  and perpetual unrest.  and constant reevaluation.  and homesickness.  always homesickness.
