for crying out loud

I’m homesick. Deepavali will be spent in sg/jb. *sigh*

But where is HOME? If home is where the heart is, then my heart has lost its way.

My hubby tells me that home is wherever he is… so that means for 5 days a week, I’m homeless. Very nice thought, isn’t it? Is that why I’m always depressed? Well, it’s an improvement compared to the years we were dating. Then, I only get to see him for 1 weekend each month or so… but I lived with my family in my home, so it wasn’t quite this bad.

At the moment we’re stuck in this limbo with no ready solution in sight. Till when? Maybe till I go crazy. I can’t remember where I put my things anymore. I’ve got too much stuff scattered around. My life has never been this disorganized. Now I know why living out of a suitcase isn’t much fun. I can’t OWN the space i live in or decorate it in the way i want to. I’m always under someone’s thumb.

help.
i’m really truly lost.