Suppose I really ought to find a place to stay. Something tells me hanging out in the local internet cafés aren’t exactly what you call an intelligible dwelling place (they’re probably going to kick me out by nightfall in any case). Feels too hot to go back outside.
Guess I’ve become something of a nomad these past few years. It’s all so strange to me, seeing how I spent my first twenty-one years in one place. All those years seem to have gone by so fast. Nowadays I always manage to find a place to settle.
Where is home today?
Really I should go find out.