You dont need a luxurious and cozy place to feel at home. Yeah! I knew this. I also knew that you need a bunch of loving people to feel at home. But what i genuinely feel is, you need a place to call it HOME. Thats probably why I feel homeless.
All I ask when I ask a place is not a just a roof over my head, but a roof under which I have liberty to throw my stuff around and not have it moved when I come back next. If you are the kind who likes to live in a cocoon of self created mess, you can never live happily with cleanliness freaks, or anybody.
My life has reduced to:
if i eat, i grow fat
if i drink, i throw it up
if i keep my cheque book at home, i lose it
Somebody adopt me! ... if you give me place in your garage, dont clean it!