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Places I've Been

(Alternate title: How to waste a whole lot of time at work, thanks to Google Earth)

Here's where I grew up. That's right, no pavement!



Then I went to Trinity University in San Antonio. Lots of pavement and red brick. Spent most of my time in the rectangular building at the top, near the parking lot -- the library.



I spent a semester here. My dorm was one of the squiggly white buildings. England was on the whole beautiful; the campus of UEA was not.



After graduation I moved to North Carolina and lived in this apartment:



Then Chris and I bought our first house in Durham. House was cute (but very small), neighborhood was beautiful (but close to some undesirable parts of town); we only lived there for two years.



I couldn't get a clear image of our present home, but here's where I spend every working day. Our office is in the one towards the bottom. Oh, and all those trees to the right? Gone, as of last week.



Where've you been all your life?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wow! I didn't realize what our country house looked like from above. What happened to the trees?

Mom
5:05 PM
aimee said…
It took me a while to figure out where our house was. It is camoflaged! (sp is bad sorry)

As Phoebe would say, "Oh, man." Sorry the trees are gone.
12:58 PM
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