I am a vagrant these days. I haven't been home in about four days--and I'm starting to wonder when I'll get home. I could use home about now--I've run out of clean clothes, which is highly unfortunate. Luckily the couches and beds of kind-hearted friends have stayed open for me, and I am so unbelievably grateful for this. There has also been a plethora of places for me to bathe, so I've not been terribly unclean or anything of that nature.

Why I've not been home is really a mystery. I could have gone home if I'd wanted to--I really don't live terribly far away by any means. I just haven't. Perhaps it was as though I felt the need to take a vacation from the normal, because of all the stress from school work and whatnot. Perhaps I just needed to be away from my parents for a few days. Maybe I'll never really know, but the fact of the matter is that I packed up and slept on couches and wandered around seemingly vagrant like for four days--and now, I am ready to go home. Unfortunately for me, now that I want to go home, shower in my shower, sleep in my bed--is when I'm not sure when I'll be able to.

Oh, homework, why must you haunt me?

When I am quite finished with this paper, perhaps I will climb into my car and traverse the ever-so-difficult five miles to my house, take a shower in my shower, and sleep in my bed, rather than call yet another unsuspecting kind-hearted friend and say, "hi, I'm alone and homeless, take me in?"

I'm going to go home.