postarchitectural

I’ve lived in quite a few places. I realized a while ago that I don’t remember how old I was when X happened, I remember what address we were living at. But looking at it this way, sized by roughly by time, I wonder if all this moving is becoming a bad habit for me, a weird seasonal restlessness.

And these are the places I’ve flown to. It was weird, coming back from Beijing this year, recognizing a lot of parts of the Narita airport only to realize I’ve only really been to Tokyo once, and that this familiarity with Narita was only a result of passing by. Oh, nonplaces…