I have no home.

Yesterday I moved my treadmill from my room to Addam's.  

Even though I was only moving one thing, it felt weird.

My house (my dad's) doesn't feel like home anymore.

I haven't slept there in over two weeks, I come home every few days to get new clothes and take care of my cats, but that's been it.

For the past two weeks I have effectively been living out of a bag.

Before two weeks ago I had only been staying at Addam's three or four times a week, but then a couple things happened.

For one, my dad has had a girlfriend for about six months I would say and recently he's been spending much more time with her in Anderson after work, leaving our house empty at night.  Now, I'm not complaining about this, I think it's great.  He's happy and as selfish as it may be, it takes some guilt off of my chest knowing that when I move out he won't be sitting at home by himself.

Secondly, I got my puppy, which Addam has graciously offered to house until I move in May.  The puppy being at his house requires me to be there more often to take care of him so Addam doesn't have to do it for me.

All in all, these events have led me to feel like I have no real home.  All I have right now are two houses that aren't mine that I stay at sometimes.

I can't wait for May.