Track down a picture of every place you have ever lived.
Not the geographical location, but the physical structure that you called your home. From the house or apartment you grew up in, to your dorm room freshman year, to all the apartments in various cities and countries you’ve lived in over the years (for which you may or may not have actually been on the lease), all the way up to the place you live now.
Some of the pictures will be from parties that you threw. One will be a picture of the family in front of the house. Another will be an image of the cat sleeping on the bed. One will be of you, standing near the door and dressed to the nines, holding a beer. There may be one of a person you can’t even recall knowing sitting in a chair in your living room. There will be one place for which you won’t be able to find a single photographic record. One will be a picture of the hallway, probably taken just to use up the last picture on the roll. One will be of you and an ex, just hanging out on a lazy Sunday afternoon, taking pictures of each other because you’re still in the phase of being in awe of your mutual attraction for each other. And one will be just of the place, because you are so happy with how it looks and proud to call it yours.