I'm not at home. I'm done just riding each swell of the wave everyday. Sink or swim, I'm jumping into the water to make my own way in this life, regardless of what the people still on the boat say I should do. There are mixed feelings. On the one hand, people are hurt and I no longer feel like I have a home. No, I've had a house for a long time, but it hasn't felt like home in a long while. Because it isn't my home. It is the home of my father, and I am not my father. My father's rules are not my rules, my father's life is not my life. I am myself, my own person, a man in my own right. I'm not scared. A little nervous lately, but as I step out into the cold grey world, I come to find I am not alone, to be left twisting as a leaf in the wind. No, friends emerge from the mists to my aid, comforting me and offering me support: in multiple ways. Some offer words of encouragement. Others offer minor financial assistance. Still others have opened their homes to me. Now, in this time of having no place to call home, finally... It feels like home. Maybe home isn't so much as a place, so much as a state of being. :) I am at peace.

I feel severely sleep deprived. I think I might actually spend time leveling my Death Knight today. Why? Well, I love my Rogue, but really only in PvP. My Paladin is good, but Brian is a Paladin and I don't like to be two of the same. Hence why I tire of my Warrior as well. But I want to Tank in PvE. So that leaves me with Druid and Death Knight. I hate druid, so... Logic Wins.