Torn.

I'm at this part again. The part where I am leaving home and going home at the same exact time. I still hate it. I still love it. I still feel as confused as I did in August. Maybe more confused. Because now I know what it feels like. Now I know what I'm missing, what I'm gaining, what I won't ever get back. Maybe less confusing, because I know what to expect and I'm getting used to the idea of living in three places at once. Four places at once. Maybe even five, if you count the bed in the room of license plates. Which I do, actually. Anyway, I'm getting used to it. And it's really just getting better. Not worse in any way. Just better.

So it'll be okay. And I'll be back in no time.