Dear Francesca,

I feel so rootless. I am living in a basement with boxes mushrooming around me, with an aunt upstairs who constantly wants to give me unwanted advice. Boo and Polliwog still aren't here, as the place has not been catproofed yet. I went to my parents' home for Labor Day weekend. I enjoyed being back and miss being there, but it still does not feel like home to me. I have left there, and my job is here. I feel like I belong nowhere.

I miss my apartment, with its clean ordered space, the balcony looking out into the trees, the path through a small woods. I miss my own space. I think that feeling is why I have swung back into feeling depressed. I would be living paycheck to paycheck if I got an apartment again, barely making ends meet. But it might be worth it, because I don't know how much longer I can feel this way.

Yours,
Hannah Iona