Less than 1 month

I have been living on campus for less than 1 month.
I was homeless this summer. And then I sort of went from place to place. A benevolent person took me in until school started.
Sometimes the idea of where I'm going to go on the holidays or next summer scares me to death.

Honestly, I wish my mother had never gotten remarried to that not so great person. Things were never perfect, and sure, we had some tough times. But there were so many wonderful times.
I never felt quite at home. It took me a while to get settled into a new place. But the place that I remember as feeling the most like home was my childhood town.
Home to me is hot chocolate when you're sick, the smell of evergreen in the house in December, the smell of food in the kitchen, a cat curled up next to you. And, of course, not having to worry about getting all packed up and out by 7 AM, or worrying about where you're going to stay the following week.
Honestly, I miss having a home, a family. I know I'm so lucky in so many ways, and there are millions who are way worse off than I am. But I still wish my mother loved me. I still miss "home."