So what would my life be like without some silly drama? Normal and boring I guess, but at this point I am not so sure that is a bad thing. One of the benefits, if you can call it that, of being a missionary is that you get to live for free under someone else's roof. After my mom kicked me out, the Henderson's took me in, well I found out today that I have to once again move. I guess it isn't a HUGE deal, but it really does nothing for a person's ability to feel loved and wanted. I feel like someone that no one wants so I am just passed around form place to place. I feel homeless. I feel like I could jump on a train car tomorrow, and besides the empty desk and the unfinished work most people would not know I am gone. I am not crazy about moving, there are places for me to look at immediately so I am not concerned about finding somewhere to live. I was just starting to feel comfortable there, and now I have to uproot myself again and move to another temporary residence.

But it is a beautiful day (kinda windy) warm and sunny, what a wonderful way to start off the Spring