Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for the roof over my head, but it isn't my home. I love having a kitchen with an oven, but I miss my pots and pans. I miss my rooster cups. Somehow tea just tasted better in them.
I miss having a reliable connection to the Internet. Although on some level I will admit that I need to put myself out there more.
I hate that I can't vote today because I lack a real address. I felt all kinds of shame and weirdness when I was approached by someone at a booth at a street fair who was registering people and I tried to explain why I couldn't.
On the right is an ad for the new Sentra. They are running an ad campaign in which a guy lives out of his car for a week. I don't find it a bit funny. It isn't.
Later today we will wait for a guy to come from IBM to fix B's laptop which thankfully is under warranty. They think the video card and/or its connector went poof. This happened in the wee hours on Saturday/Sunday. Thank goodness for 24 hour tech support.
There are glimmers of hope. A phone call from a recruiter today. B calling his friends in the area.
But there are times when we can get at each others throats. And this isn't like us. And it scares me most of all.