All my life, I've only lived in two cities. Cleveland and where I live now.
I'm not sure when I was brought home from the hospital where we lived but I know it would have been somewhere in Cleveland. I tried to get it out of mom but she was somewhat confused on that.
Eventually though when I was still small, we moved in with my father's mother I do know that in Cleveland. It was a bungalow. I started school there and we lived there until I was in about the 4th grade.With my poor memory, I hardly remember anything from that time. One of the things I remember though and this was crazy, the house across a street burned down and no one in my whole family realized until the morning because we all slept through it LOL.
We then moved in with my mother's father. I think I might have mentioned this before. It was mostly a one story two family house that shared a bathroom. However, there was one bedroom upstairs (which was mine) and a big attic above the rest of the house. Grandpa lived in the front and we lived in the back. When I was younger we didn't have a dryer and we either had to hang the clothes outside or in the attic. I still remember getting the clothes down from the attic in winter time and they being stiff as a board. One crazy thing I remember from this house was the neighbor two doors down. He held his family hostage for some reason. He may have been crazy who knows. I can remember lying on the downstairs bed peeking outside the window watching the police. I lived with my family here until I got my first full time job.
When I started working one of the girls I worked with and me decided to get an apartment. I think I was about 19 or 20 at the time. I loved it. After the first year though she decided to move out and I ended up moving as well. Years and years later, I found out that our tax man owned this building although it wasn't at the time I lived there. He would have been too young.
I went back home but by that time my grandfather had died so I moved into the front part of the house. It still gave me some freedom so I didn't actually feel like I was living back home even though I was.
I was living there when I met my husband to be. After a couple of years, I got an apartment by myself this time. I really wanted the freedom then.
When we decided to get married, I had to move home for a couple of months. However, by this time my family had moved to my uncle's house which they had been renting out while they were buying it.
After marriage I moved to my husband's which is in the city we live in now. It was like a condo/townhouse. I don't know what you call it but they were connected together. He had a corner one. So one side was all grass and luckily on the other side was the garage, connected to another garage and then a home. It was pretty private. Good thing because at that time, he/we played music very loud LOL. Coincidentally, I have a friend who lives down the street from there.
About a year later we bought our first home back in Cleveland. It was a bungalow. Again we were lucky. Both of our neighbors on either side had an extra lot that was next to our home. One had a bunch of fruit trees on theirs and the other one had a super huge raspberry patch. We always felt ,while we lived in the city but we still weren't right on top of our neighbors. Also, it was on a very small street. We lived there until my son was going to start school. Interesting fact here, this home was only a block and a half from my first apartment.
When we were looking for another home, I always wanted to go back to the city where my husband had lived when we were first married. We found a home although its pretty much on top of the neighbors but I'm pretty sure its our forever home. When we bought it we were already thinking that because we wanted a ranch style home for old age LOL.
How many different places have you lived in your lifetime?