"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore?"

Well, it's official. My aunt wants me out. I'm just trying to figure out when I suddenly became a homeless bum.

She wanted to talk to me a few days ago and basically I am no longer needed, which means I am no longer wanted; in other words "Get out!" No, she didn't say it like that, but I can read between the lines pretty well. She kept talking about giving my boss 3 weeks notice and to make plans between her and my parents on their days off to swap me from one vehicle into the next like a sack of dirty laundry and dump me off in Pennsylvania.

Why, why, why the hell would I quit the only job I have managed to get since I graduated, move back to the one place I have dreamed of leaving since my sophomore year of high school? Somebody please explain the logic behind this.

Of course I want to get out of this house, this town, and that damn coffee shop, but if I'm going to end up jobless and homeless, um... regardless, then I'm gonna go wherever I want.

I could seriously end up anywhere at this point. It' s giving me this awkward adrenaline rush: I want to sprint 20 miles and throw up at the same time.

I have yet to discuss this issue with my boss, but hopefully she'll find me a place to crash so I can unburden my relatives of my presence and still make much-needed money. The argument is that I'm not making enough (another point lacking rational thought), but at least I'm making something right?