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I was going to crack a joke about being born “at a young age” but it seems
that joke has already been made. Or maybe it wasn’t a joke, but written by
someone incredibly, incredibly dumb. Either way, it’s as true for me as
anyone. My family lived in a small town called Derby, Kansas, which was a
suburb of Wichita, which is where the hospital was. I’ve asked my mother
multiple times where else exactly we lived after that, but I don’t think I
wrote everything down, and besides, I don’t have that information with me,
do I? But I know that we moved around a little before I was old enough to
retain memories. I was three years old when I first became self-aware. I
recall playing in the leaves at my house in Springfield, Missouri, which was
where we lived for about five years. My father’s time as a teacher was
ending, so we moved back to Kansas. I learned years later that he was
applying to jobs in both Topeka and Kansas City, so we lived in Lawrence for
a year while we waited to find out which it would be. Once his employment
was settled, we moved to Overland Park, and we stayed in that area up until
the day I disappeared, though not always in the same house. Overland Park is
probably the largest suburb of KC, and they’re all sort of mixed together.
You can drive on the highway for less than half an hour, and pass eight
different cities without realizing it. This has all complicated my education
history, and been complicated by it, but I reckon that I’ve lived in
eleven places. That’s not even counting the two months I volunteered on a
farm in California, the five different dorms and apartments I was in during
college, or the two months that I house-sat for my aunt in Michigan.
I didn’t always get that most people don’t move around this much. As adults,
they can return to their childhood bedrooms to find them just as they were.
The last room I slept in before leaving the nest is my dad’s home office
now. I never stopped moving. Once I was making enough money at work, I moved
to a studio apartment.A year later, my parents invested in rental property,
and I was their first tenant. It was a two-bedroom house with a yard for a
future dog, though it was never a great setup, because the only way to the
backyard was through the garage, or from the side yard. So I moved again,
this time to a four-bedroom house. That’s where I was living when I got my
dog, Daisy. Since I’m a temporal alternate, I’ll just tell you that my other
self lives in yet another house now. It only has two bedrooms, but the den
(living room) has a door that leads to the backyard, which is perfect for
Daisy. She hangs out right by the door, and never dirties up the rest of the
house, which is important, because we’re allergic to animal dander, and we
have OCD. This is only about my original life, so I won’t even get into all
the different worlds I’ve visited since becoming a bulk traveler, but that’s
all added a lot too. As I mentioned, I moved schools a lot too, and not
always because I moved houses, but won’t get into that until tomorrow.
Here’s a list of other states that I’ve visited, in the order that I
remember them: Michigan, Colorado, Illinois, Arkansas, Oklahoma, New Mexico,
Florida, Ohio, Minnesota, Indiana, California, Texas, Louisiana,
Mississippi, Alabama, Iowa, Tennessee, Washington, Alaska, New York, and
Hawaii. Here’s a list of other countries that I’ve visited, in definite
chronological order: Japan, France, Canada, Egypt, Panama, and Peru.
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