230 months.....

Yesterday, fiddling about with papers and pencils, i decided to write down some TR life stats about where i have lived, adding up the months. This is all part of a larger exercise - figuring out when i was most content/most depressed and what the parameters were among other things.

As someone whose life was marked by incessant moving, it was starkly obvious what has gone awry. Longest time occupying any one place - 230 months at LeisureLand before we started yearly migrations in 2017. Nearly TWENTY years. No wonder i got moldy, settled, depressed, isolated and stale. This bird needs to fly. Often.

Also, 42 total months spent homeless: on tour with bands, couch-surfing with friends & relatives, between bands on the streets. No address, no phone, living out of suitcases and boxes and storage units.....

....but in crunching numbers and memories, it became clear to me when TR's America was truly Great: 1966, from March to August. Six months of preschooler bliss, that time between when we moved from LA til I had to start kindergarten in Elmira, Oregon in the Fall. Life will never be that way again. I'm OK with that.

It also was pretty good for a 2-year stretch from 6-1978 to 6-1980, and again from 9-1990 to 1-1992.

Bad times? yeah they're in there too. The 9 month stretch of homelessness when i was 10 was awful. The homelessnesses of my early 20s were different, i was on my own and able to fend for myself quite well, as much as an autistic person can. Semi-feral, quiet, unnoticed....