As cliched as it sounds, and probably is.
I know how it feels to have moved endlessly across oceans and apartments. Hold different sets of keys everyday, live out of a suitcase. It’s true, it’s both exciting and crazily exhausting at the same time. Don’t get me wrong, packing a suitcase to go somewhere new is and always will be one of the many things I really enjoy doing and I appreciate every chance I get to do all that. I would still like to live in a bunch of places if I could and were given a chance to.

While I sit here and wax lyrical about rented spaces, Ruth Tam makes this incredible cliche sound ten times more poignant and poetic in her article on Thought Catalog: HOME IS NOT A PLACE