I'm not sure what that means anymore. It used to be the place that Cheryl and I lived. I used to say my Home is where she is. But I can't say that anymore. I don't really have a place I call home these days. I just have someplace I live.
I guess I could call my hometown home but that's not really it either. I don't feel I have a place to call home anymore. I feel like a drifter or a gypsy or something. I feel out of place no matter where I am. I hate that. It makes me sad. So I avoid thinking about it.
Hopefully one day I can find a place to call home. Until then I guess I will keep drifting, like dust on the wind.
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My friend Jana over at Jana's Thinking Place does a Stream of Consciousness Sunday.
So today I decided to play. Its 5 Minutes of writing, and I'm trying to write more.
