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The past few days have been pretty rough for me, because I don't currently have a space of my own.  For the last two weeks and for the next one to come, I'm staying with people while I wait for the day when I can be in my own place.  I didn't expect to feel this way, especially so quickly.  It's made me a little crazy (okay, more than a little), because sometimes I just want the feeling of being at home and relaxing, but there is no such place right now.  I don't have a kitchen filled with food I picked out, I don't have a closet to hang my clothes, I don't have my own bed and bedside table to keep the book I'm reading.  It's hot, so afternoon exploratory walks aren't super appealing right now.  I am dependent on other people to help me get by in even the most basic ways, and I don't enjoy it.  I really can't wait to get to my own apartment and be able to be cluttered and laze around and read and look out at the sea, or go to a store and get some food to cook, or work from home, or walk to a random museum and check it out and then come home.  The morning walk may get revived if it's not too hot or rainy.  One more week...