I think I'm turning into a nomad.
Maybe not completely a "nomad", being that the definition is as follows:
Nomad: noun. A member of a people having no permanent abode, and who travel from place to place to find fresh pasture for their livestock.
I don't have livestock.
However, I have been a member of society who has no permanent abode for what seems like forever.
So, where is my "home"? I feel compelled to say that home is where Mommy and Daddy are. It's where I can open the freezer and eat a spoonful of ice cream out of the carton. It's where I have years of dusty memories hidden under my bed and stashed in my closet. It's where my childhood toy named Pig stays (yes, still). But, when I think about it, I haven't been at this home for more than a few months at a time.
Before that, I lived at my college house with some of the best people alive. We called that home, but when we went to our other home where our families lived, we called that "home home". I promise we're not the only ones to use this term.
And now, I'm in what used to be my aunt's room in my grandmother's house. I'm basically a freeloader for the next few months during student teaching.
For the most part, this doesn't bother me too much. Sometimes the driving from here to there back to here again gets kind of annoying. I think I'll survive.
I think that being a 20-something is very weird when it comes to stuff like this. I read something recently that mentioned how an actual adult (by that, I mean someone who is over the age of 30 and knows how to do taxes) said that the worst year of his life was at 23. He went on to say it was because of the inconsistency and unknown of what is to come. I think that it would be a little cruel to even consider agreeing with him because that's just not in my personality and I think life can be good at any age. But he has a point. Us 20-something-year-olds are basically nomads, crashing on someone's couch or getting a job to get some extra money or learning how to cook basic meals or applying to a zillion and a half jobs or just trying to figure themselves out in one way or another. It's weird.
So for now, I'll continue being a nomad. It really isn't bad. Maybe one day I'll have livestock and find a fresh pasture for them. That'd be nice.