My brother and I were talking today and he was commenting on how when he left Alaska, the apartment in Ceci's side of the house that he lived in was the longest he'd ever lived in one place. It was only four years so I was like no way! Then we started talking about it and rehashing all of our moves as children and I realized that he was right and while talking about him, I realized the same applied for me.
This house that we are in now will wind up being the longest I've ever lived in one place. I can't believe that! I mean, I've always known we moved a lot, that is not a surprise but to sit and really figure out that I've never even lived in the same house for 5 years is a really weird realization.
And I'm completely convinced that explains my "everything-must-be-organized" obsessive self. Seriously, it must stem from the constant upheaval of moving. Although if that is my theory, I wonder how you explain my brother who definitely does NOT have the same organized nature. Perhaps he just decided to leave things as they are and just be as chaotic as his childhood was…
hmmm…..this kind of stuff just fascinates me.
Why we are the way we are.
I should've been a therapist.
ha!
Anything But Gray 
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