Address? What Address? at 10:03 AM

I realized something a little weird or jarring today. While I was dropping off my dry cleaning, the woman behind the counter asked my address. Without hesitation I told her I didn't know. "You don't know your address?" Yeah, I felt kind of foolish for a second.

For the last four years I've moved at least once a year, sometimes more than that. I never bothered to remember the address at which I kept all my crap. I never give it out because chances are it will change within 12 months. Plus, there's something even more unsettling than having to tell people I don't know where I live; strangers would get my mail. We got the last person's mail for about 3 months after my roommate and I moved here. Some of it was rather personal. I don't want some stranger knowing I did my dry cleaning up the street! That's just none of their business.

So yeah I don't know my own address. I have to look up what apartment number I'm in every time I pay rent. It doesn't bother me, cause the alternative would be having to learn a useless number that will change in a few months anyways.