20 months, divided

Yesterday evening, I realized that Kate is now 20 months old. Since we left California when she was 10 months old, and have spent the rest of our time since living with parents--first mine, and now Brian's--that means for HALF of Kate's life, we have not lived in our own place. How lame is that? We never meant to be living with parents for this long; it's just happened through a series of unfortunate events: a canceled short-sale transaction, not having enough time for a true fixer-upper, the unimpressive state of the Las Cruces rental market, and a general lack of saved-up money. I doubt my little missy minds at all. It just makes me feel a little pathetic. Oh well... there is light at the end of this long tunnel. Hopefully, very soon, we will be in a place of our own.