This will be me, all weekend.

I recently had to list every address I've lived at in the past seven years (yep, background check, you know the drill).

From birth to age 18, I lived in the same house -- and the list was still two pages long. With few exceptions, I moved approximately every three or four months during/immediately following college.

Now I've been in the same apartment for almost nine months, and of course I'm all antsy and ready to pack everything up and move across town. YEAH RIGHT.

Actually, this wasn't the plan at all. But a whole bunch of things lined up and once the dominoes starting falling I had no choice but to start wrapping my glasses in newspaper and prepare for the four-mile move.

And this time, I'm settling in for awhile. For real. I promise.