WHERE IS HOME?

Ok! So I am just going to open up now. I feel like I don’t have a home. Is that weird at all? 

Look at it from my perspective. I moved to Phoenix at the end of June in 2010 (last year). MOVE NUMBER 1. It was weird going from a place where I had you know little space but it was MINE. I move here to none. Now in my own defense I spent over half my life (well up to now) sharing a bedroom with not just one but THREE other females. The sharing is not the problem. When I moved in my specific roomie had already set up her stuff and set the boundaries to what her space was. I felt like I was a guest and was invading on someone else’s territory.

Then in October I was transfered to a different apartment (still in housing). MOVE NUMBER 2. Yet again I had to invade what someone else had already set up. Again I felt like I didn’t belong.

MOVE NUMBER 3 was completed two days ago.

I am done! I don’t have any motivation to unpack my stuff. It feels like as soon as I finish unpacking I am just going to have to start all over again. Even when I am in Prescott, my sister emphasizes the fact that I don’t live there anymore. 

I just feel like I don’t have a home. 

WHERE IS HOME?!