home sweet home.

with graduation quickly approaching, it has just begun to sink in that i am finally done living my life in semesters, travelling from living situation to living situation based on the time of year. as i started to think about where the hell im going to be living come june (most likely in a box under lower wacker), i also began thinking about the end of my nomadic adventure these past few years, and of what really makes a place a home. for me that definition tends to change with the seasons. sometimes it is where my family is, sometimes it is where my school is, sometimes its just for a few days or even hours.

there is, of course, my homebase: the kitchen in lagrange, sitting on the counters eating popcorn with the girls:

 then there's my 2nd home with the beach family in miller:

there was a yearlong stint in the luxurious ross hall freshman year:

then a year at alpha chi that i'll never get back:

then there's always my home-away-from-home at suzy's:

fall of junior year it was at pili's piso in spain:

plus a few days at tom and judy's in switzerland (hi carly!):

as well as an afternoon at a traditional berber house in morroco:

then approximately 15 min at obama's house this summer:

a few drunken nights at krissy's IU pad over the past few semesters:

10 days this summer on "the island" also known as terra's key (dad=living his very own margaritaville dream):

then of course there is my current residence in naptown with my lovely roomies:

 

where to next, you ask?

i'll be crashing tracey's paris digs (aka "the puppy pen") in may 2010 before retreating to the basement my mom's house until i can find myself a nice little sketchy studio apartment in chicity. here goes nothing.