Home

I have lived in a lot of places over the years. I have lived with tons of different people. This has taught me a very important lesson. Home is what you make it. You can take a house full of strangers and make it a home. This is a very important concept to me. Home. I want a home. I need a home. Not a house, but a home. A place where I walk in the door and I can just be Sara. Over the last 6 months my home situation has gone from bad to worse. At some point it went from being a home to just being a house where I slept and then got away from as soon as possible each morning. All of the warmth I loved so much some how managed to seep under the cracks of the door and disappear into the night. Today I decided I miss home. So tonight I will let myself cry for that which I have lost, tomorrow I will re-build. I am a strong woman. I am a good woman. I am okay.