I have the flu. I can't sleep. I'm alone. And all that made me think about a lot of different things. My brain settled on the concept of "home." I don't feel at home anywhere. Nowhere. I moved out of my mom's house a while ago and since I don't feel like I could ever go back and live there, I can't really call it home. If I fell on hard times my mom may let me move in but it would be a problem. Her house is not my home. I gave up my apartment to move in with the man I might marry. But I didn't feel at home there either. I hated that apartment. A lot of that had to do with my car being broken into two weeks after I moved in. It was far away from everything. Like... Complete opposite direction from everywhere I wanted to be. I wasn't proud enough to have visitors. And before James entered the picture I spent most of my time away from there. Now I live in James' house. HIS house. Aside from the fact that a nuisance of a grown as man also occup...