It's really weird that this is a question and reflextion post because my current situation. I've lived in the house I'm currently in for seventeen years. We moved in when I was three. I hated it when I was little and I am still convinced that it is haunted by an unsettled spirit. I still live with my parents because I'm in college and I'm broke. If I am to finish school I have to live with somebody for way cheap rent or I live in a box. My parents are selling the house, no big deal, I'm twenty and they have every right to do what they want. They are planning on buying a house in Elk Rapids, about twenty miles away from where we live. So for me, it would be closer to school but further from work. No big deal, I'll work it out.

But yesterday I was told I have to find a place to store my belongings or sell them. The house they are buying is too small, so they are planning on buying a day bed to make an extra sitting room/ guest room for when my other siblings and their kids come to visit. So I can move with them, but I can't have any of my stuff because it won't go with their new guest room.

So what do I do when I have a place to sleep, but not a place to call home? I've thought about asking my, for want of a better term, boyfriend if I can move in with him, but we're so up and down I don't know if it will be bad for our relationship. I'll figure something out, who knows the market is so low maybe they won't be able to sell the house until I graduate and have teaching job! hahaha!

If you ever get the chance, you should read the children's book Paddle-to-the-sea. It's the story of a wooden Indian made by a boy in Canada. The boy puts it in a river that leads to Lake Superior. The little Indian (Paddle-to-the-sea) goes on many adventures. As people find him, they put their name and where they're from on him. Eventually he makes it across the ocean and in France. The boy who made him is a man reading. He reads in the paper about Paddle-to-the-sea.

I always loved this story because of how the little boy touched so many people's lives without realizing it. I used to want to make a treasure map and leave it in my house, so in the future, children living there could find the treasure I left behind (pictures, things that were important to me, my diary) and know what life was like in my time. I wanted to do that because I always thought it would be neat if I found something like that. What an adventure it would truly be...