When I was a kid, the troubles my mother dragged into her life forced us to move from place to place. Over and over again. Too many times. In fact, according to her, we moved more than 32 times, including living in tents, in a motel, and in old shitty houses nobody should live in. Most of the places I lived in were wrong. Location matters. Location is one thing. The people you surround yourself with are another. Most people just go about their lives in the usual places, surrounded by the...