I just want to go home but home is no longer my home. I now call home here at Jessica's house. I feel at home but I still want to go to my home. I guess I'll have to get over that sometime. It will get better once I am able to get our things from the house and get my room set up here in my apartment. I love the sound of that 'my apartment' even if it's not really an apartment.
I have decided to look at my situation like this: I was lucky to have had twenty years with my mom and I'll cherish every single moment I had with her. I love her so much and always will but life must go on. That one sentence scared the pure crap out of me because it's hard to imagine my life going on without my mom here to share it with. I can say that she's always in my head and heart. If only I could hear her tell me she loves me one more time and tell her so much that I held back when she was alive.
Life is short and you need to keep those you love close.