But where do you LIVE?

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My daily (Okay, I lied. Weekly.) conversation:

"So do you go home after you visit us?"

"Um, no--I go straight to the next chapter."

"Wait--aren't we based in Atlanta?"

"Yes. Good girl."

"But so your office is there, right?"

"I don't have an office. I live out of two suitcases and a carry-on."

"Oh. So where are you based?"
"Atlanta, technically."
"But you don't live there?"

"No. I do not have an office and live out of two suitcases and a carry-on."

"But we're BASED there..."
"Yes, so, like, my emails and phone calls go through ATL."

"Ohhhh. So you live at home!"

"No, the last time I was home was a month ago... My furniture lives there?"

"So but where do YOU live?"

"Two suitcases. One carry-on. I do not really go 'home.'"

"Gotcha. Except on weekends, huh?"
"I get 48 hours a month, so um, no. I leave here and go to another chapter."

"Ohhhhhhhhh! I think I get it. That's a weird job. But really awesome. I thought you were gonna be like, 60. But you're really cute. (uhh, thanks?) Wanna go on a run?"

Story of my life. Hello, world: I have one of the weirdest jobs in America.

And I. Love. It.