No real home

I don’t feel like we really have a home. We’ve been living in California for three years and it’s never really felt like home. I feel like a transient. We rent a house that I don’t particularly like. And it doesn’t feel lived in. We might not have unpacked boxes lying around anymore but it still feels like we’ve just moved in. We don’t really have friends. I don’t feel a connection to the land. Most importantly, though, I find it difficult to imagine a future here. I don’t feel compelled to plant roots here.

I don’t want to live like this anymore.

I want to feel like I can start building a life again.

I need to figure out what needs to be asked to figure out what’s next.