Michael Buble's rendition of HOME has been on repeat for the past hour or so, its just been one of those days. The last time I heard this song WAY TOO MANY times in a short period of time was during my trip to Europe. Of course at that time my home was in Iowa City with my best friends, my Cliff Apartments home, and my boyfriend. Now, I don't even know what I should be picturing, desiring, or missing. It couldn't possibly be my parents house in Gilbert where I have spent less than 10 nights in the past 3 years. Maybe its the apartment I have yet to see and would need some pretty specific directions to find that I am currently paying rent for in Saint Paul? Not yet. Completely everything of mine has been moved off of Welch Ave in Ames where I resided over 3.5 months ago now. Of course LA has felt like home for the past several weeks but after moving half my things back to the midwest my closet/room/household belongings consist of less than a suitcase full. That plus the move-out date creeping closer and closer has me wondering.
I guess for now I will continue listening to this painfully depressing song, probably have a beer, and ponder.
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