In Between.

I'm stuck in the middle.
I am currently staying at the Swartley's because I needed to get out of my apartment so Clarke can begin the renovations. As I pulled away from my former home it struck me. I am homeless. not in the sense that i do not have a place to stay, but that I have no home. I have no place that is mine. i'm living off other people and living out of backpacks and boxes and my dear old Wallace.

It's odd, though i have felt this before. I have been unsettled. but this just feels so different. because it doesn't have an end on it. I may get out of here next week... but i may not. I could be here til it snows for all i know....

What, Father, is your plan for me?

I am enjoying the time i am spending with my friends. I am enjoying hte lack of a job, though i don't wnat to enjoy it for too long because i know my funds are not limitless and i'd like to get a job before they run out.

So i sit. and think. and decompress these last few years of my life in Pennsylvania. and i wait, with anticipation for the new life I will be building in Colorado in the not so distant future... or the distant one.