Twenty years ago this week I was getting ready for my first P.E.O. state convention. I was the chapter president and thus a delegate. To add to that bustle of activity I had just moved into this house so most of my possessions were in boxes and I hadn't yet finalized where all the furniture would go.
Ten years ago I wrote a blog post about the ten-year anniversary of the move. This week marks the 10th anniversary of my move to our house in Winthrop Harbor.* It is the longest time I have lived in any one house/dwelling in my life. The house in Northbrook was "home" from 1962-2002, but I actually lived there only from 1962 until I went away to college in 1970. I returned for breaks and for two summers, but from the fall of 1972 on I no longer lived there.Growing up I lived in an apartment (Chicago), our first Northbrook house, another apartment (Glenview), and then "home" again in Northbrook. In college I lived in a dorm room, my sorority house, and two summer apartments. As an independent adult I've lived in two apartments (Brenham), a mobile home and a house (Pittsburg), two houses (Portland and Auburn), two houses (one rented, one owned) (Fargo), and finally two houses in Illinois including the one that inspired this post.
(*MY move to OUR house because we had a commuter marriage for two decades. When Stevens retired at the end of 2008 he moved in with me.) This is the longest he's ever lived in the same house, too. (Two growing-up houses in Summit, NJ, and then Maine, Michigan, New Hampshire, Kansas, Maine, North Dakota, Illinois, Wisconsin -- and back to Illinois.)