home will never feel as good as it used to. i used to sit during school and just day dream about getting home and turning the heater on in my room and just laying in there for the rest of the evening. i am going home this weekend and i dont know how to anticipate it. when i was there for one night a couple of weeks ago it felt strange. most of the things i cherish the most were removed from my room because i took them along to college with me. when i was there i just kept thinking about all the easy mac i had in my dorm and the fact that we didnt have any at home. when i got back to my dorm, i was almost relieved. how can this shoebox be my home? of course its good that im adapting to this place, but i shouldnt get too attached to it because its not really mine or anything. i'll forever be in a limbo of homes.