I just moved out of my parents house a few hours ago. I've a bed... a chair... a TV in my room so far. As soon as I got home from work today my mom has been crying, hugging me for extra long periods of time, and she even went and bought me a bunch of food. I miss her already. There's a certain motherly energy that doesn't reside here that I will miss. Mothers are wonderful things. Mine is at least. She has her moments but who doesn't right? She is just amazing, I can't put all of her outstanding qualities in a journal entry right now because it will probably make me cry.

When I moved from my childhood home of 17 years, I was furious. I hated the new house I was moved to against my will. Even though it was quite beautiful all I could see were it's flaws and how dark it was to me. It was not my home, and I wouldn't let it be. Now that I'm "out on my own" I can put my energy where I want it to be, I can put down my own roots even though it's not permanent. But this is my space now.
This is still hard for me to get used to.