Whereabouts

Recently I've felt kind of like a lost puppy just wandering from room to room not feeling any ownership of anything. Imagine sitting on a curb outside an apartment that doesn't belong to you and feeling more at home than sitting on your own couch. Or imagine being in a classroom with people who function normally and not on a sliding mood-scale. This is where it is. The place. And so, burying several meters worth of my detritus-ridden baggage I've stepped out into the world and, yes folks it's pretty easy.