Pack up...I'm a stray.
There's no place like home...
I'm figuring that even though that quote, which implies that home is the only place I would want to be right now, doesn't apply, it is still a nice utterance to say when I have, in fact, come home. I've come home to realize, again, that this place is in fact not my home. An idea that became even more clear when a man named Boxer was sitting in my living room when I walked into my house on Thursday with all of my bags. Well, Boxer, I'm just here for awhile...stay! Put up your feet. Would you like anything to eat or drink? Oh wait, I completely forgot, there is absolutely no food in this house, and I can only offer you tap water...two types, hot or cold. Do you have a preferance?
So, I am packing my bags...boxes, whatever really. I would wash my clothes, but there is no more detergent. Oh well, right. You run out...you run out. There's really no need to keep living in a civilized way really. My mom has decided that she would rather let the cabinets remain empty, Boxer sit in the living room...tatoos and all, and the laundry remain just that...laundry.
So, I'll just pack my bags and let things fall as the may. What else can I do, really? It's not as if I can go anywhere. I'm stuck untill August, which seems much too far away now. I'm not sad...more angry than anything. It wouldn't help to be sad, sadness requires too much immobility, and I have to move at this point. I'm angry...but, tomorrow is another day.
I'm figuring that even though that quote, which implies that home is the only place I would want to be right now, doesn't apply, it is still a nice utterance to say when I have, in fact, come home. I've come home to realize, again, that this place is in fact not my home. An idea that became even more clear when a man named Boxer was sitting in my living room when I walked into my house on Thursday with all of my bags. Well, Boxer, I'm just here for awhile...stay! Put up your feet. Would you like anything to eat or drink? Oh wait, I completely forgot, there is absolutely no food in this house, and I can only offer you tap water...two types, hot or cold. Do you have a preferance?
So, I am packing my bags...boxes, whatever really. I would wash my clothes, but there is no more detergent. Oh well, right. You run out...you run out. There's really no need to keep living in a civilized way really. My mom has decided that she would rather let the cabinets remain empty, Boxer sit in the living room...tatoos and all, and the laundry remain just that...laundry.
So, I'll just pack my bags and let things fall as the may. What else can I do, really? It's not as if I can go anywhere. I'm stuck untill August, which seems much too far away now. I'm not sad...more angry than anything. It wouldn't help to be sad, sadness requires too much immobility, and I have to move at this point. I'm angry...but, tomorrow is another day.