A Home For Things
“ Let me go home I'm just too far From where you are I wanna come home” ~Lyrics by Michael Buble "I need a place to put my stuff." I said. "Like a house? A home? That's usually where people keep their stuff." I was sitting in the office of a therapist. A nice woman, with a sweet voice, which is why I finally settled on her to chase my demons away. "My stuff isn't welcome where I live. And I might need to get out quick anyway." "It sounds like you have one foot out the door already. If you are looking for a new place to put your stuff." "I'd have both feet out the door if I had a place." I said. She sat silent for a moment. I thought I might have confused her. Or that she was beginning to realize the true depth of my problems. "Rather than talk about your needing a new place to put your stuff, why don't we talk about why you want to move it in the first place. Because you don't feel welcome? Because you don...