Somedays...

...I feel like I'm running and running and getting nowhere. I'm not real sure how to go about fixing this feeling, but I do know that I just have to wait it out, and I HATE waiting. I can't wait to be "home". Home for the first time in a loooong time. For the past few years I haven't had one home. I've had about three that I bounced back and forth between. Next year though I will have one. And I will be starting my own life without the bouncing. Nothing brings me more joy than thinking about the day in which I get to say. I'm home.