Check-in with Fam-o and Upcoming Love Stories

Had a call with my mom after her outpatient surgery today. Halfway decent convo, and I learned some things that sparked ideas for upcoming writing:

• Apparently we lived on Tierney at some point, in the apartments off Lancaster? I assumed she meant the south side of Lancaster, behind the Foot Locker, but maybe she meant the ones that got torn down and turned into a Food Lion, which didn't last long and soon after became the Vietnamese church with a high iron fence. Mom said there were shelves built into the walls and that my brother and I liked to climb into them. She also said when she tried to bring home a guy named Glenn that I took a stand and absolutely would not allow him to sleep with her. This young moralizing cracks me up given how my adult life has gone -- quite a few partners who have been married to someone else, and at least a couple or three who had children sleeping a couple of rooms over.
• Tierney Apartments or whatever it's called is the final place where we lived of which I have zero recollection (I can list every place after that -- I think... there may still be one missing) and sparked an idea to trace the many moves of my life. As Mom said today, "We got evicted a lot," and I think it would give greater context as to why it's so novel that I've been in the same house for nearly 20 years and almost never NOT had one foot out the door.
• We also talked about Santa Claus, because I have an early memory of walking in on her and my stepdad wrapping presents and then still believing they came from Santa Claus when I saw those very presents opened a couple weeks later. There isn't much more to say on Santa Claus with my fam-o, so I might throw in the time that I played Tooth Fairy for my younger brother because parentification came pretty natural to me at that point.
• Santa Claus with my adoptive grandparents was a whole other story, though, and that'll make a great one.