I slept at home on Sunday night. Excluding that, for the last five nights I haven’t slept at home. Does that count when you don’t really feel you have a home? I have my room and all my stuff here, but there’s no sigh of relief when I walk in. No, “ahh I’m home” kinda feeling.

It’s nice to have my bed though. The same one I’ve been sleeping in since I got a bed. And all my own stuff… my shampoo and my soap and my towels and my fridge. You know where everything is and what you do or don’t have.

Eventually, sleeping at other people’s houses becomes a little irritating. Possibly for both parties. You always have to ask to have something, since it’s not actually yours and you don’t wanna be rude. And if someone wants the bathroom before you, or little things like that, then they get it, since it is their house and all.

I can’t wait to move out. Well, maybe I want too many things. I plan on going to British Columbia in June or July, but I also want to move out, and pay for stuff now. If I were rich I could do all these things… but I’m not so I have to settle for one or the other. For right now I want to move to Newmarket, have a place, possibly get rid of my car, and just relax. I could do it too, I just need to find a roommate. Maybe that feeling of “home” will come to me then.