Saturday, April 11, 2009

one more time

i am not a cleaner. i've been trying for a few months, between people arriving and departing from this house with shitloads of their own stuff, to get my stuff from storage (some of which hasn't seen the light of day in ten years or more) and get it home. the living room right now looks like someone had an overdose and wasnt happy about it, in here.

home. am i really home? finally?

does home mean you can go anywhere you want but have somewhere to come back to, or is it just where you keep your stuff?

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