I feel like a nomad.

I haven't lived in one place longer than nine months since I was 18 years old. It's starting to affect my dreams. I dream that it's moving day and I haven't packed a single thing. Over and over I have this dream, in many guises - sometimes it's graduation day, sometimes I'm moving out of an apartment - but always the same panic.

Todd and I found a perfect home today. It's everything we've been looking for.

I just want the dreams to stop. I want a house of my own.