Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to be here. I'm so grateful for family being close, and I love having my kids going to a great school. But I miss having my own house. My own home. My own space to come home to and just do whatever in. I miss my dog. I miss my couch. I mostly miss my DVR. Who doesn't have DVR, these days, anyway? Does this sound like a bad country song yet?
And then there's my parents house. It's different. It's gone. I knew it would be, now that dad is remarried it shouldn't stay the way it was. But it isn't "home" to me either. So basically I have nowhere to call home for now.
I'm well aware that this is temporary. There's a good chance next year at this time we'll be settled into a teeny tiny apartment in Logan, and I'll be complaining about something else. But for now, this is tough. I feel like a visitor in my own life.
I just hope I don't overstay my own welcome and end up literally homeless.