The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of moving around from one location to another.  I have found myself back in Seattle a number of times, moved out of my apartment in SOMA to a new place in Lower Haight and am looking to move into a new location.  This has gotten me thinking once again about how I relate to where I live.  The whole idea of having a real home seems very removed from my life at this point.  I have gotten use to being on the move, perpetually busy, living between the spaces if you will.  I’m always a bit surprised by how many objects I have accumulated over the last few years and how little I use most of it.

Currently I am living with three different people that I had never met before the beginning of the month and have only seen a total of about ten minutes, almost entirely a result of my schedule.  It makes the whole prospect of getting an apartment for myself seem entirely unreasonable.  What comes next?  Most likely continuing to live on the town, build Zoosk up to the next level and maybe find a solid roomate to move in with…