Yesterday I figured out that I have lived in our apartment longer than any other home, which is really hard to believe. (No, my dad's not in the military nor were we in witness protection. Don't all architects move that much?) I love our place so much and love the area we live in (as shown above) so I'm totally okay with that, but it may explain the recent restlessness I've been feeling. Or I suppose that could also be explained by the constant rain that has plagued us. Seriously, what's the deal?