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  What is a home? All our lives, we're taught that a home is a house that we build a family in, put material things in and make our "home".  I am almost 40 years old, and it took me almost that long to realize that is all wrong. At least for me. Home isn't about having 4 walls and a roof or about the material possessions you put in those walls. It's about the people. If your life is surrounded by people who do not have any respect for you, do not cherish you as a person, do not understand you: you won't feel at home, no matter where you are. If you have people or a person in your life, that does these things, you can literally live in a box, a car, on the street and feel completely at home. For almost 40 years, I had never really felt at home in any of the places I had lived, aside from with my parents/immediate family and even then, sometimes I didn't feel at home and felt like an outsider. It took me so long to realize, my home isn't a house. I felt ...

As I sit here, looking at a pile of clothes that I've procrastinated on hanging up or folding, I realized something. I haven't posted any updated blogs lately because I really haven't been able to wrap my head around a clear thought of what I wanted to write these days. There's a lot going on. Still trying to find a job, secured a lawyer, made another trip to get some stuff out of storage and spent some much-needed time with my favorite person. There's a lot of things I still need to get and a lot of things I still need to do. I'm trying to take things one day at a time and take care of myself and let myself deal with all of the emotions I have. Some of the dreams I have, I could definitely do without. Some of them, I want to make a reality ;-) Ive been considering a few different home business options, but I'm really not sure I want to go that route because it will require some investment and with the lawyer aspect of things, that may not be the best decisi...