home

Its an odd concept, home. Because mine doesn't feel like it as much anymore.

Its just different. Or should I say I'M different.

Less than 24 hours I've been home and already I want to be back. I miss the sunshine. I miss my new family. I miss my own space, small as it was, it was mine. Being back in Alabama, I feel as if I'm renting out a space in my sister's room. My stuff doesn't have a place anymore. I don't have a place anymore.

On the upside, I have 2 really great job offers already this summer. In the past 24 hours I've interviewed and both have sung my praises and want me really bad. I guess that's good.


I don't know.