The Concept Of Home

Hey everyone!

I'm off to New Orleans, back to my dorm in the morning. I look forward to getting back into the swing of things.

This evacuation has really thrown off my sense of home, however. I had just started calling the dorm "home", had only lived there for two weeks, when I had to get up and travel to Dallas. I've been here a little over the week, and though I love it here and am so well taken care of by my boyfriend's family, it's not my home, I can't call it that- I'm just visiting. Fitchburg still is where I'm from, but as my parents have apparently changed all of the furniture in my room and I honestly think of my 18 years of Massachusetts as a blur now, it has lost its "home" touch in my mind. It will always be where I am from, but I won't return for several months.

Since I am in a transient state with no clear point of "home", I've been in weird moods. I love spending time here- every day is a new experience, more fun. But I get homesick at nights, and my comforts are a few stuffed animals that evacuated me and my boyfriend to remind me of our times together in New Orleans. I have clothes that I picked out with my mom, and of course, the internet, which makes the world so much smaller. I am doing fine.

I can't wait to unpack my room tomorrow (again), and make Mo-503 my home- at least for a little while.

Unless Ike gets in the way? Too early to say.

Love,
May