Even though I haven't moved that much, I don't have a Home, either.
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Home is Seattle, mostly, though it took me five years to start feeling that way about it. But little pieces of my heart and soul belong to England, Philadelphia, and my tiny little Alabama hometown. As for a more specific place...so far I haven't gotten too attached to any house where I've lived post-college, but I think that's a mistake. I tend to be too transient and not pay attention to the visual details that would make places feel homey, because I'm just a renter and I don't want to do too much work I'd just have to undo.
I have new glasses. I've discovered that the problem with rimless glasses is that the metal bits anchoring the frames keep intruding on my range of vision. The Costco staffer who adjusted the fit for my lopsided ears said most people get used to it, but some people just have to bag it and get new glasses. She was optimistic that I'd manage, because my eyes are reasonably wide-set, but I'm feeling kinda headachey and woozy at the moment. I hope they work out, though, because they're v. cute and flattering.
My first post-graduation apartment never really felt like home. Our second one, moreso, and the one we're living in now, definitely. Brooklyn is home. But I also still say "going home" when we visit my parents in DC.
I'm like Jessica. Home is both Jamaica and here. But most of the places where I've been paying the bills have been home to me, as well as wherever my parents have their house.
I'm home. The computer is intact but the notebook I use to record all the bills and payments is missing.
Nice. So they decided to steal the notebook so that you can't claim they are late or something? What were these guys, five year old frat boys?
apparently
I think it's time for an eviction notice and a restraining order. What a couple of fucktards.
OMG I haven't had the local TV on. WTF! Universal up in flames!
Laga, change the locks and call the sheriff. It's getting stupid.
Have the actually moved out yet? If they haven't I'd toss their stuff on the curb and change the locks.