it is 1:34 a.m. and i cannot sleep...i think it is because i spent all day packing, so the fact that i am soon-to-be homeless has finally hit. i actually don't have as much stuff as i thought, which is encouraging since it is everything i own in these boxes...but still...i would like to not have to store them in random garages for who knows how long (especially since it's been 100 degrees everyday...luckily, paper doesn't melt).

i have always loved to travel...crossed an ocean by myself at 13...but lately i have been wanting a home. not a place for my crap. i'd like to have somewhere that is comfortable, even if only to me. somewhere that has an ugly chair that only makes sense when you sit in it, too much butter in the fridge because i don't really cook, a roommate that laughs at how dumb i am most of the time, and worn down carpet in-front of the door from people coming in and out all the time. even if i'm only in Little Rock for a few years...i'd like home.