I haven't been to my parents house in exactly two years. I'm headed there tomorrow. I still tell people it's home, but I'm not so sure. I haven't lived there since 2004.
I'm greatly relieved and disturbed at the same time that all of a sudden I feel like an adult. Telling people that Houston is home feels funny on my tongue. Telling people that Cleveland is my home feels even worse.
I've lived on my own or with roommates I've chosen since November of 2005, and I can't quite shake it.
It's a strange feeling.
On a happier note, if this is not tonight's shot on ac360 i'll be sorely disappointed.
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