Do you ever take the time to think about where you are and how you got there? Is it somewhere you like? Somewhere you don't like?

I ask because I'm uncertain.

I live in a house with 6 other people. None of which I am related to. I started living here when complications with my family arose and I had very limited options.

I am thankful.

Although every day it hits me more, and I start to wonder if this is really home. There is a roof over my head, food on the table, and people who make sure I come home safely; but, at the end of the day, I feel something missing.

There is something missing.

I miss my home.

I wish there was I way I could turn back time and go back to the days when I was a kid and had nothing to worry about.

"Enjoy your youth now because once it's gone you will want to go back so badly."

This phrase hit me like a truck in the middle of the night, and all I could do was sit there like a deer in the headlights.

I want to go back when everything was OK. When I laughed and played without any worry just like everybody else.

But now all I catch myself doing is creating envy at the fact that I will never have that family anymore. I'll never have that love anymore. And as much as people want to say we are family I will never TRULY have that family anymore.

I feel so alone when I'm in this house. So isolated. And as much as they would like to include me, it will never happen. These people are amazing, but this is just something they cannot provide.

It sucks.

So if you ever take the time to think about where you are and it's the best possible place for you, be thankful, for some aren't so lucky.