Long way home
I’ve come to the conclusion that a large part of why I feel so unmoored is that I’m not making anywhere my home. The house that I’ve lived in for the past 14 (what) years of my life I don’t consider my home or I stopped considering my home. It’s my mums home and I just live there. It’s my mums house and I just keep it tidy. The issue with this is that there is no where else for me to consider mine and I am desperate for a place that is mine.
I’ve decided to deal with this by making the place that I live my home.
I think that buying a doorknob for the door to my room would be a good step in this direction