For some reason my mother questions the fact that I'm not ecstatic that she was off work the whole time I am home. Many of my favorite days are ones that I spend alone. I like being alone, or at least spending time with someone I'm not constantly explaining and defending myself to. She also wonders why I'm not thrilled to be here. Granted I'm not upset to be here, but this doesn't feel like home anymore. I have not been settled in any one place for the last two years. My sanity is in a state of dis-repair.