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I am trying. But this is hard. I feel so out of place.

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.

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  1. FaerieKissed says:

    ((Hugs)) Hang in there. I understand the sense of loss when you don't have your own place. And I'm sure this is beginning to wear both of you down, and I think I hate that most of all. I wish there were something I could do, so I'm only a phone call away if you need to talk.

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