Home sweet Home, Home, Home and Home.

 This post was inspired by a tag I got weeks ago from Not A Mean Girl.

Until I moved to Indiana I had lived in five different houses all within the same five mile radius. Crazy right? It’s not like Salt Lake is an itsy bitsy little city.

This is the house I grew up in. My dad did a lot of the work on it and I had four doors and two light switches in my bedroom, I always thought that was so strange. I miss this house, to see the disrepair it has fallen into breaks my heart. I would buy it and renovate it in a heartbeat if I had the chance.

The house I grew up in

Next is the house we moved into my sophomore year of high school. It was on this mountain.

The hill I lived on

I had to look at this everyday when I drove home.

I had to look at this everyday

Is anyone beginning to see why I’m having such a hard time with the Midwest? Okay, the house.

My old house on the hill

Not much to look at right? But wait until you see the view I had to look at every morning.

The view from the porch of my old house

This picture doesn’t even to  it justice.  When I left home in a fit of rage at 17 I ended up living at the seediest little apartment in the history of seedy apartments. My neighbors sold drugs, the ones below us had eight kids in two bedrooms and a couple of them even slept in their stolen U-Haul when the weather was nice. The other neighbors just ate a lot of “special” brownies and handed them out liberally to all the neighbors. Oh little brothel, so many memories.

My first brothel, I mean, apartment.

Mine was the upper left unit.  When my sentence at the brothel was complete I moved in with my sister and her three (boy) roommates.

The dating Cody apartment

I had to share a bathroom with two boys here. Eww. There was also an impressive collection of Playboy to the right of the couch. And several dogs, and a cat or two. Good times. This is the place I was living when Cody came into my life. Well, it’s the place I should have been living. Cody and I had an awful lot of sleepovers. (SORRY IN LAWS!)

Enter the newlywed shoebox apartment.

The newlywed apartment

This is the shoebox apartment I found out I was pregnant in, the one I overdosed in and the one we could never manage to keep clean. Since I was going to be staying home with the moosh after she was born we moved to a smaller and much cheaper apartment next door. Literally, next door.

The pregnant apartment

That is the apartment I went into labor in. It is also the one  where we shared a room with the moosh for the first six months of her life only because there was no where else to put her. I loved this apartment. All 400 sq. ft. of it. It was sunny and cozy and charming and where we started to feel like a family. Everything I could have ever wanted or anywhere I needed to go was within a ten minute walk of my front door. This was heaven sent for a new mom. I miss this about my old ‘hood.

And now I live in Indiana. Flat, flat Indiana.

But I have good news. I’m getting turned around in Utah. I find myself wanting to go to stores that are only in Indiana. I’ve forgotten about things that are in Utah. Is this good news? I don’t know. Maybe. I know I’m going to cry when I watch the mountains fade into the distance when we leave in a week, but maybe this time I won’t cry when we land in Indiana.

37 thoughts on “Home sweet Home, Home, Home and Home.

  1. Ok. Your seedy apartment? Doesn’t look so seedy compared to the first apartment I lived in with Jess! Only I didn’t know so much about the “going-ons” in our complex.

    I wonder where you’re going to live after Indy. I’m jealous over you living in a different state away from family and experiencing something new!

    Oh my gosh! I just realized that I never called you from my phone to give you my number! Oops! I swear I’m losing it!

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  2. Ah, Cody is a law student AND a geography expert. Your husband is so multi-talented, Casey!

    I take it from this post you’re in Utah…give Kimmie a hug from me. She doesn’t know me, of course, but she’s kind of my hero right now.

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  3. What a great post. Hubby and I have moved four times in our six years of marriage, and I still don’t feel like I’m home just yet… We are hoping to move to Georgia or North Carolina, I just want to get out of Kansas 😉

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  4. I feel your pain. I grew up in Maryland, spent 6 years in Utah, and then husband dragged me to middle of nowhere, Idaho. But it has grown on me (after 6 years) just like Indiana has grown on you. Still. It’s Idaho.

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  5. I started counting the houses I’ve lived in over the years and I got to 10. However, other than a 4 year stint in MA for college, I’ve stayed within the borders of NJ. It’s funny that although there have been so many houses, home is the house I grew up in. When things are really bad (we had to put a cat to sleep earlier this week), and I’m filling out paperwork, all the info was for Montclair even though I haven’t officially lived there for 14 years. I was just saying we should take pictures of all the places we’ve lived and Helen said it would be a long day. Gypsy blood I think:)

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  6. That’s a cool post. Now you have a record of all those places, for better or worse! I want to do this, too, because I am the same as you- all my residences in about a 5 mile radius in SLC.

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  7. We did that in our little town, while the kids were growing up we moved 4 times in the same city. I liked the school system, even ended up working for it.

    And I soooo understand the whole mountain thing. I love driving up my street and looking at my mountains. And then I go back home to Michigan and there is nary a hill to look at.

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  8. Oh, Casey. You brought a smile to my face and my hubby’s, as we also lived in that cute red house. I always felt bad when I came to visit that you had to share that downstairs bathroom with everyone; it was a horrible, horrible sight. But good, good times were had in 8*7, were they not?

    And, ahem, I remember my sleepovers going the OTHER way for me in that house. It was definitely a trend for occupants.

    Thanks for such a great post today!

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  9. I read your overdose story just now, and I’m so impressed with you for sharing that and getting an important message out there. A big hug to you! We all make mistakes, and the only thing to do it move on and learn from them and it sounds like you did.

    I loved hearing all the places you’ve lived and the conditions of each. Great storytelling! I lived in a shoebox for five years (400 square feet or so) with two kids and a husband…one bathroom for four of us. It was torture! We’re in a big house now and I love it! But, when we first moved in, I was exhuasted from all the walking I had to do to get around my new house. lol LIke you, I was used to barely moving to reach everything.

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  10. I love living in Utah… I never thought I’d say that.

    I’m originally from California and moving here almost killed me. But now that I’ve been here and enjoyed all of the recreation and beautiful scenery… I’ll not be movin’ anywhere else.

    Come back when Cody is done with school??

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  11. Oh, those photos of the Rockies remind me of my days in Boulder, looking at them from the other side of the Divide. Stuck in traffic? Waiting for the car at Jiffy Lube? Running on a flat jogging trail? No biggie when you’ve got views like that.
    Sigh.

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  12. You had some very unique looking houses. The first one was really cute and the second one looks like my style. I like my current house, but I miss living in Indiana – I know, opposite from you – but we were in Bloomington, which is a great little college town.

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  13. Ok, granted, the Wasatch are pretty freakin’ awesome. The wind in the Midwest feels like it could knock you over the second you step outside the door. The humidity makes you want to die. But, one thing I miss about the Midwest are the good ol’ fill the sky with every color imaginable sunrises and sunsets. I miss being overwhelmed like that.

    Oh, and random question… you must totally be an east sider based on those snaps.

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