the air tastes like flowers and paint

[smileywatkins]

my brother is now off to school in california, leaving me as the last of my kind here at home... as i've been thinking about it, i realized that i have barely stayed in the same house for a week straight over the last ten years. in that time, i've spent more time at school and at work than i have at any of my homes (all seven of them). with that in mind, it seems reasonable to think that school and work have been more of a home to me than anything i've had with my immediate family since i was but a wee'un. then, considering my friends from school and work are still sort of distant, it's hard to ignore this air of melancholy solitude that periodically pierces through my hopeful contentment.

it's not really a new feeling, although it hangs a bit heavier now than before. i just haven't ever really thought about it, and it kind of makes some sense now.