I didn't know whether I should call my apartment at school home or my home with my parents home. Then when I got out of college and met my spouse we got an apartment together. I knew that was my home but it was still kind of hard to call it home. It wasn't until we finally got a house that I could say that I felt like I had a home. Those were a rough few years of my life. I just felt like I was living out of a bag. It wasn't all that much fun for me. I learned to live with it though.
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