I dont count the house i live at with my mother as home.
i dont know if i ever can.
i live for the weekends i can go home
the place i lived for 17 years
the place i will live for how ever long my dad pays rent here
(and doesnt kick me out...)
the cob webs and spiders,
mice and odd neighbors,
silence and love.
these are all the things i have missed about home.