Damn Swede

It’s not that I don’t have any place to go.  I could just as easily go to my parents as I could to my sister’s, my brother’s, my brother’s in-laws’, my friend’s or my co-worker’s.  The only problem is that none of those places are home.  Sometimes you just want to be at home and this week is one of those weeks.  I just want to sleep in my own bed and not plan my outfits in advance.  And part of me feels injustice about the fact that I pay assessments and this situation is not being fixed.  Like suffering is somehow showing them. (Insert fist-shake here)