Home

Well, we finally evicted our tenant. I wish that a weight had been lifted, but it didn't really get lifted. I have to replace my once home with carpet and new paint. The only problem is that now I want to move into it again ...

What is home? I've recently been listening to a song and one of the lyrics states "Home is wherever I'm with you." I can only assume the "you" is your significant other, but Matt isn't the Matt I knew in Ephraim. I know I've gone on about this before, but I really wish that we could be on our own so that he and I could get back to those magical days of bliss. 

Don't get me wrong, we had our bad days, but most of the time, we were just so happy to be together. I miss that. 

I miss my home. Sometimes I see glimpses of it, a bright shining hope for the future, but then it disappears and I'm left unsure of what and where home is. 

To end I will quote the most heartbreaking line of the song, a sentiment I feel in my very core:

"Home, let me come home!"