Stolen from
discipuladc -
It's 2011, and I live with 4 other housemates in a large, vibrantly colored but slightly dilapidated row house in Washington D.C. I have been here going on 3 months now.
In 2001 I was in a house in La Quinta, CA just graduating high school, off to my first visit to Japan as an exchange student, and in my 3rd year of a 4 year relationship that went nowhere.
In 1991 I was a tiny wee thing living with my parents in a large house in Santa Barbara, CA. I was 8 years old and a huge tom boy.
In 1981 I wasn't quite yet born. That didn't happen until 1983.
In 2021 I could very much be anywhere, but hopefully in a new country - perhaps in Europe as I have yet to conquer that continent. My future has always seemed very fluid.