I want to go home

I've rarely been in a place that felt like home. When I lived with my parent(s), there were a couple houses that felt good enough to spend the rest of my life in, but most places were just houses for shelter. It is the same where I live now. To quote TDG if I may, "This house is not a home." It is just another place in which I'm living.

It's a beautiful house, and everybody else loves it, but the truth is I'm a bit scared to be here. Looking at the house, our neighbors to the left are inconsiderate, and their kids are, too. To the other side, those neighbors are outwardly nice and thoughtful, but I secretly wonder if they've got some drugs going to or from their house sometimes. The guy across the street is a pervert, who only occasionally comes by to bother me after he's been heavily smoking or drinking. I don't know the other people on the block well, which is kind of weird, because we've lived in this house for over five years. The man across the alley is an ass.

Having said that, we've never been seriously robbed or harmed. Nothing really terrible has happened here. I am very thankful for that, but this is just a house; I want to go home.

The above was written a couple years ago. Nothing has changed-my husband said, after reading that, that we should move, but no further plans were ever made. However, today, we completed an application for Extreme Home Makeover, so if that pans out, I pray it will at least ease a fear or two as we’ll be living here quite some time.