I've lived in 6 different houses and now I live in the house that I grew up in. It's old and needs lots of work. We really don't want to put out money on it since we plan to build.

4 houses and one apartment.

4 houses and a few apartments.

I grew up in a small town, 4000 people. Now I live in the capital city.

One apartment and three houses.

I grew up in New York City. I now live in a Civil War farmhouse on an old, 31-acre farm on a dirt road.

Oh, my gosh! When I read the question, I started counting the houses/apartments I've lived in...and stopped counting at 20!!! I must be part gypsy!
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Where we live now is more rural than where I grew up. Bigger and newer, too.

I grew up in NYC, too. While growing up in NYC we lived in three aprartments over the years. When we moved "up North" I lived in the house DH and I are in now (has been in my family for 70+ years), until college. In between college and coming home to roost, I lived in four different apartments in our area. We're on 7 idyllic acres in the woods.

Somewhere around 20. My hubby was in the Air Force for 23 years. Vique.

I've lived in 30+ homes due to my father' job transfers when I was a child, and again with DH's as an adult. The biggest difference between all those and this house is the fact that I will probably not move again. I never believed I'd miss the vagabond life, but I do somewhat.

Counting from birth to now, this is the 12th place in which I have lived. This is the best place...no ice and snow.

If I'm not forgetting anyplace, I'm thinking 14 before this final residence. Yikes, that's plenty! I imagine there will be one more move to get away from this much property and the upkeep. Too much maintenance on this one, although we love it in our small village. Difference? Too much to account for. Not in location, but in property.

Wow! 34..even I am shocked, I had never actually counted before. We've been in this house the longest, over 14 years . Kathy

10 I think, 1 of those was a duplex, 2 were apartments and 2 were mobile homes.. the rest actual houses.

The house I grew up in isn't a whole lot different from where I live now really... a ranch house on 1 acre.

13 homes and too many apartments to count. The biggest difference is a grew up in a very small town in Indiana and now live in a fairly large town in Florida. Big climate change!

I grew up in the same house for the first 19 years. Had 2 apartments then moved back home a while before moving to Texas.
Had 4 apartments before getting married. We bought a house before the wedding and have been here ever since. I've been ready to move decades ago.

Texas doesn't have the winters NJ does. Homes here don't have basements like they do in the northeast.

Five houses, Started in Western New York (born Buffalo, moved to Clarence), then Geneseo, then Queens, now Long Island. I've been travelling from West to East. If I go any farther,I'll be in the Atlantic Ocean.

From birth to now..... uh, 55 years:
2 houses, then after we got married, one apartment for a year or so, then two houses.
Not a lot of difference from what it was like where I grew up to where I live now.
We thought we were moving to the country when we built this house 20 years ago, but it is the fastest growing parish in Louisiana now. We actually had to get a couple of redlights. DARN!
Lu

Interesting thread. Don't think I had ever counted the number of homes we have had and while I knew it was many, and many schools for my children....I am surprised at 24 and may have forgotten some. As we have gotten older we have stayed in one place longer periods of time.... so now our motor home has supplemented our gypsy life.

As near as I can count, 25. The house I now own is very similar to the one I grew up in. Two bedroom ranch, just under 1,000 sq. ft.

I've lived in four houses and three apartments. The house I live in now was new when we bought it, but I grew up in an old house.

Hmmm, 14 places that I know of, maybe a few more before I had memory of them. I grew up in the outskirts of Houston, before they were suburbs, and now live at 6000' in the high desert of So. Utah. House we live in now is totally unlike any house I grew up in. DH lived in about 5 places in California, and together we have lived in 7 of the 14 places I counted. Does that make sense?

I have lived in 7 houses and 2 apartments in my lifetime. The house I spent most of my childhood years in (age 6-18)was the third house I lived in, and I am actually living in that house now again at age 52. Of course, the house hasn't changed much, but the neighborhood sure has. When I was a kid, people bought a house and pretty much lived there forever, but these days people move every few years. There are only two neighbors that are still occupied by the owners that were there when I was a kid.

House only? Or apartments and townhouses and dorms too? Over 11, not counting all the places I lived in college.

I live in southern California along the coast now, but I grew up in north central Illinois. The reason we live here is that we can avoid those cold, snowy winters and humid, hot summers. We're spoiled and like it that way.

How many houses have you lived in?

This is number 31.

How is where you live now different from where you grew up?

My father was a Lieutenant Colonel in the Army, so we moved a lot when I was growing up. Lived all over the US and also in Europe.

Hubs and I have been in this house for 18 years.

Too many to remember in my old age! LOL More than 20 that I can remember. I grew up in the same town I live in now except now I'm kinda in the suburbs and growing up I lived in town.We have lived in this house almost 12 years and in the one before this 9 years.

I think that I have lived in 14 houses! That is a lot!

Including 6 winters living in Univ. dorm (counted as 1) 24 houses.

Grew up in big, probably 70 years old in about 1940, white brick farmhouse 36' X 40' with 6 bedrooms, plus an extra, that would now be office, den, whatever. Three had closets, four didn't. Living room and parlour, on either side of front hall, both with three-frame bay window on front. Solid walnut front door and frame, frosted glass sideliights, door with brass strip to stop wind, that buzzed when wind in easterly direction. Elliptical front stair - no two steps alike, oak and chestnut. Walnut banister and newel post, with turn just before the newel post allowing ease of sliding down and dropping off, not hitting post. Plain back stair, also - which made for running up back stair, down hall, down front bannister ... usually good for about three transits before the boom got lowered.

Farmhouse kitchen 18' X 21' with wood stove, reservoir on back to heat water, we bathed in round washtub at end of the stove on Sat. night - and were supposed to add more cold water to the reservoir to heat for the next bather. We ate in the kitchen, of course - no dining room.

Folding doors between kitchen and living room, Grandpa's funeral 1935 was from living room, both rooms filled with neighbours on chairs, I sat on Dad's knee (I think younger brothers farmed out), asked Dad what Grandma was crying about. Mom's funeral, tuberculosis, age 39, 1942, was from funeral home.

We were supposed to carry wood from the woodshed to a large box behind the stove, as well ... but sometimes it took quite a bit of encouragement before the job got done. Narrow pantry, with pump on sink to pump water from cistern, tap added for cold water from our newly-drilled well in 1936 when I was 7 (earlier pumped drinking water from dug well in back yard). Outside back door was large summer kitchen, with wringer washer and wash-bench carrying two wash tubs, for rinsing clothes. We had a big old copper tank/boiler that was put on kitchen stove on wash-day, over half filled with water to heat for washing. There was a woodshed back of the summer kitchen - both in the same white brick as house, woodshed had large door to accomodate a horse-drawn buggy in earlier days, I think ... with grape-vine on a square frame about 7' high beside that door.

There was an attic on top of all of this, and a basement, where we had shelves for storing garden produce along a couple of walls of one room and a frame hung by wires from the ceiling, on which we placed bushel baskets of apples - but the swing frame was too close to the shelves and the (occasional) rats could jump over to get to the apples.

No fridge, and town folks could have ice delivered by horse-drawn covered wagon to be put into their ice-boxes about twice/three times a week ... but the best that we could do to prolong the usefulness of fragile food was to put it into a bowl that we floated in a pan of cold water in the closest room in basement, changing the water from time to time to keep cool. Several shelves with dozens of 2-quart, quart, pint bottles of meats, veggies, fruits, jams, etc.

Many families did a lot of canning of veggies and fruit, and we did some, but would have done more, I'm sure, had Mom been home ... but she was in psych. hosp. from when I was about 6 or 7; grandma came to live with us and we had a housekeeper.

Later, drilled well in a small room outside of that room, with pressure tank in that room.

The room beside that was the furnace room ... Dad cut dying trees in our small forest each winter to feed the stove and furnace ... and occasionally, when he felt a bit prosperous, I think, he'd buy a ton or two of coal ... which was handy, as it would hold the fire over night better. My memory of early winter morning was Dad going downstairs after rising, shaking the grates to get rid of dead ashes, then adding some new blocks of wood to the glowing coals in the firebox, to start warming the house. Then he went out to feed the cattle and milk them, before breakfast.

On Christmas morning, we'd scoot out quickly to grab our stockings and run back to bed, checking the goodies while warm under the covers. There were not too many goodies during the depression years of the 30s, but usually some candies, something useful that we needed and other small treasures, with an orange in the toe.

Door from summer kitchen opened to a covered wooden porch on the back, with a small closet-like room at the far end ... which accomodated a two-holer toilet ... which we used in summer. In winter, there was a seat with large bucket enclosed in one upstairs bedroom, with a pipe venting into one of the 5 chimnies.

There was a small brick smoke-house a few feet outside the door out of that porch, where folks had smoked meat in an earlier generation - it was partly filled with wood ashes from the stove/furnace when I grew up.

There was a verandah that went down the sunny side of the living room (one window and an exterior door) and the kitchen (one window and exterior door), then across the other side of the kitchen (two windows) and along the side of the summer kitchen (one window, main back door).

We moved to a farm on the Prairies in 1946 when I was 17, as Dad had weakness of lungs with bronchitis and incipient asthma - feared he'd have only a few years left to farm, if he stayed in this area ... and had fine health for 40 years on the Prairies.

They tore the old house down about 30 years ago when they built an expressway through the area.

Now I live in a probably about 70-year old, frame 2-br. bungalow with smallish kitchen, dining room and living room, with family room added about 30 years ago (heated by wood stove, but no furnace register).

There's an unfinished attic above, where I can stand upright over about a 4' space, side-to-side which Uncle used for storage ... and theres a pull-down stair to get up there.

There's an old-style unfinished basement, with a couple of leaky spots when it rains, and one partly finished room in one corner. Washer, dryer and freezer down there - along with potatoes, veggies, etc.

It's homey.

I hope that you've been having a fine week ... and have a great weekend.

ole joyful