Squandrous

I am in desperate need of a bright morning today, even if that ray of sunshine is fake and contrived. The sky is overcast, the apartment is cold and empty, and my night’s sleep was fitful and disturbing. I miss home. (Even with the snow on the ground.) I miss home. I miss family. I miss having a sense of place and feeling settled. I miss everything right now — my mood reflects the sky this morning: cloudy, dark, low, and gloomy.

I just want to go home. Now.

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