My life is a lot like my choice in computers. I have a laptop simply for the fact that no place is really home and I never know where I will end up. Portable is essential. I have moved yet again. This time in with my boyfriend and my life has turned on end. Instead of going to a club twice a week I listen to them read to me at bedtime. I love him immensely however his house is his home. There is not really enough space for me. He is trying very hard to fit me in however I still feel like a visitor. I am sick of not having a home, I want a place to call my own. A corner, a space. I want to have my books on shelves and a desk to work at and to do my translations. None of this is his fault and I feel bad because he really means well and he wants me to feel comfortable here. I just worry that I will never feel as if this is my house. I am a homebody and I like my space and privacy so I will hold on to my apartment for right now for those moments when I need my place. God I miss going to the club with my friends however they are now over 3 hours away and I am so completely broke I have not even bought food in over 6 weeks. Sigh, I keep waiting for a job. Never ever major in medieval languages....
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evildollbj
13:35 Feb 24 2008
wow i feel ya hun.