In a student apartment off the campus of Arkansas Tech University. 

2.     In a house on the corner of Van Buren street in Little Rock.  An old Sears house, three bedroom craftsman.  The paint peeled on the walls in my room.  My father built a greenhouse outback and grew orchids.  

3.     A giant seven bedroom farmhouse in the country outside my hometown.  I had three rooms to myself.  Every room was a different color theme: the green room, the blue room, the red room, the gold room. I had nightmares about the place going on and on and on, opening onto an infinite amount of doors.  

4.       A dorm room in Lawrence, Kansas.  I shared it with a girl named Mina, who once took my car keys for two days without asking.

5.       My ex-mother-in-law’s basement in her two bed-room bungalow in Wichita, Kansas.  I didn’t find I had enough privacy.  

6.       A one bedroom house in Wichita I rented with my first husband for $200.00 a month near downtown.  Our landlord was overly religious and nosy. 

7.       A basement apartment in Lawrence, Kansas where I saw my first real-live ghost.  

8.       An apartment at the corner of 14^th and Louisiana in Lawrence, Kansas.   There was a frat house across one street and beer garden across the other.  The frat brothers made a yearly trek, entirely nude, to the beer garden to drink.  It was a sight.

9.       A house further north, across the street from another bar.  We shared this four bedroom monstrosity with a couple of friends.  Most of my early-20’s debauchery took place in relationship to this house.  I’ve tried to block it from my memory. I did grow a great vegetable garden here.  

10.   A series of hostel and hotel rooms up and down the country of New Zealand.   I lived out of a backpack for six months, wandering wherever I felt like going.  

11.   Cabin on Richland Creek.  I’ve spent so much time here, it counts as living in bits and pieces.  

12.   A two-bedroom duplex in the Heights neighborhood of Little Rock.  A neighbor kid used to come by everyday and take my dog to play for hours.  He’d bring the dog home, exhausted, and grateful, exactly on time.  

13.   A one bedroom apartment in the downtown neighborhood of Little Rock before it was trendy, before they tore down the crack hotel to build the new bus depot and remodeled the old warehouses into apartments.   No one ever bothered me.   

14.   A huge 3 bedroom ground floor apartment in Manhattan, KS.   I got divorced for the first time while I lived here.      

15.   A basement apartment two blocks from the KSU campus in Manhattan, KS.  I lived here for a year, part of the time with a boyfriend, part of the time alone.   My upstairs neighbors were freshmen and drove me crazy.  The place flooded and the landlord never cleaned it up properly.  

16.   The Mother-in-Law’s apartment at my parents’ old house.  My grandmother lived in with my parents for six years before she went to the nursing home.  After she left, I temporarily moved into her apartment on the back of their ranch house in my hometown.   

17.   The third bedroom in my friend Steve’s rented house in Manhattan, KS while I moved from one place to another.  There was a great disaster with the moving company, so Steve let me stay for almost two weeks, with my dog who liked to bite his wife.   Steve has been a bit of a guardian angel.  

18.   A monstrously overpriced one bedroom apartment in Fort Collins, CO.  It had a fireplace. 

19.   A converted apartment over a warehouse in Greeley, CO.   Pigeons were always getting in the roof.  There was no bathtub, which made me crave baths like mad.  

20.   A rented two bedroom house in Greeley, CO on an extremely busy street.  We slept on the floor.   

21.   My grandparents’ house in my hometown, one they don’t live in anymore.   I tried in vain to update the place, but fate conspired against me. 

22.   A two bedroom rental house in Sheridan, Arkansas.   I hated this place and never cleaned it.  I felt like I lived alone on the edge of the earth when I moved there.  

23.   All the hotel rooms where I’ve lived for work purposes since I left graduate school adds up to at least a month of living someplace else, but they don’t feel like they count by themselves.  

2A An apartment in the Quapaw quarter of Little Rock, just off Daisy Bates.  Beautiful Victorian Duplex with 12 foot ceilings and huge windows.  It was lovely, and a pain in the ass.  Our cars were robbed three times.   We had awesome neighbors, though.

25.  This house, right here, right now.  Tiny, but big enough for the both of us.  I’m slowly trying to purge some things we’ve both been carrying around.   There’s a good yard for the dogs, who rule the roost now.