I'm home now... at least for a few days. Its such a strange feeling being home. A home that isn't really mine. Not anymore. My room is not my room. My room has been painted and nothing in there is mine, excepet a closet full of boxes and some clothes... I cried when I had to leave yesterday from Calvin Crest... and I cried myself to sleep last night as well... Pathetic, I know... Its not like I won't be back by Sunday...so where do I belong? Las Vegas is not my home... it is my home town.. a place where I know people... but it is not my home. Calvin Crest is always a home to me... but in a few months I will leave there too... then I'll go to Reno... where for a few years it might be my home... do I need roots? I feel like I do.... I think I'd deffinately be a "rooted person" if given the option... but I like the thought of adventure and travel! Its makes me excited... but everyone needs a home to come home too, right? A place to belong and feel acceptance.

Today will be a day of running errands. Going to the bank. Picking up soem things for my folks. Its a strange time to be home... my Mom is sick and my Dad leaves for work tomorrow. I have a few friends that are eager to get together while I'm home, but not many... many of which aren't home themselves... such strange times... I look forward to being back in my white room with bright blue trim and golden wood floors and the most gorgeous three way view.... but most of all, I look forward to seeing Juana and Janice, Andrea Ray, Leslie, Briches and Andrew and Jeremy, Julie and Sean, Karloina and Phillip.