Sick

I've never wanted a home more than right now. Being sick, it seems, is the clincher. See, not having a home gives me this sort of displaced feel, which is sometimes pretty cool. There are times I feel like I'm really on a mission. An unending quest to save the world. But that's when I'm feeling spunky.

On Monday I strained my lower back. On Tuesday I got sick. The back pain makes the prospect of sleeping on the ground very uninviting. The sickness makes me want a home. Now, I am fortunate enough to have people around who care enough to put me up for the night, or make me tea, or some other form of comfort. While this is nice, and I appreciate the sentiment, it has yet to make me feel at home.

We are more than half way through February, which means the cold will be passing soon and the rains will be gone. I am looking forward to not being ill. I have yet to regret my choice of lifestyle... but I'll say, on days like today it looks pretty bleak.