There's no place like home....

I'm home again. Or at least I'm where my family is. I'm not sure where exactly "home" is for me now. I'm used to Springfield. Its now easier than the unsureness of being here. It's hard to answer the questions, "Are you glad to be home?" Or, "Do you miss school?" The truth is both. I'm glad to be back closer to family. But I miss people from there too.

It's weird being accountable for yourself and then coming back where people expect things to be the same. I'm not used to telling people where I've been or what I've done every hour. Not that it's bad, but just a lot different.

I'm slightly homeless, I've decided. I've got amazing people in both sides. I love my family. I love my friends. But I'm not home in any city. It would be a lot easier if I had ruby red slippers. I would click my heals together three times and repeat, "There's no place like home, There's no place like home, There's no place like home." Maybe then I would go home...and find out where exactly that is.