Homeless

Geesh. Tears are pouring down my face. I didn't even feel them fall. I'm freaked out. I feel so unimportant. All of our stuff fits in two storage rooms and the things I actually need can be put into two backpacks that are in the trailer we're towing. The city is nolonger mine. Before this I never considered St. Petersburg one of my possessions but now that it's gone my homelessness is crashing down on me. Will the next city truly be mine?