I feel like everything in my world is temporary.
My work, my house, my friends...
I don't remember if I've ever felt stable.
I feel like I float through life.
I'm not sure if I even really want a rock in my life.
I would like a room I could call my own though.
I've always wanted that.
It's my long term project.
Once I get it, I'll put guns on it if I have to. (and killer sharks with lasers on their foreheads in a moat around it!)