Where do I live again?

Ok. So, ahhhh....where do I live again? A friend of mine has taken to calling me hobo Jody. Kinda funny. But rightfully so. I've moved so much that this friend and I have only known each other for a little over a year and I've lived in 3 different places thus far. Well hobo Jody doesn't really have a problem with that. Hobo Jody just doesn't feel like she lives in Florida yet and I suppose that I won't until I get back from Ireland.
Tomrrow I'll board a plane for NYC and spend a week there till I get on another plane bound for Dublin, Ireland. Only being out of NYC for two weeks, I've not missed it. Not missed it till it's Saturday night and hobo Jody's sitting in her room pumping lotion and perfume into those tiny plastic bottles they make for airplane travel, whilst she's on the phone with her buddies who are bar hopping in Williamsburg and flirting with boys. Sigh. For someone who moves so much you'd think I'd have mastered the art of packing. But, alas, I have not. I'm either gunna pack too much or forget something crucial. Like my passport.
Well. At least I'll be in NYC for St. Pattys day. Save some car bomb cupcakes for me Sharon!