on all things exposed

So I've mentioned the fact that my room doesn't have AC, and it's hot, so I've been camped out in the living room next to the steady flow of reasonably cold air, in pretty much the only corner of the house I can manage to not hate myself. It's just funny, because I had been living like this the whole last year I was in Egypt, never completely at ease, in someone else's home, on the couch, in the living room, in the middle of residential traffic for all to see...I think they call it couch surfing? or something to that effect...I just like to say I was homeless, it captures the heart of it really, always a place to crash, never a home. I was pretty determined to NOT go that route again this year, considering I will be in school full time and, well, do I need a good reason to want my own space? But, here I am, crashing in the living room because I can't take the heat....

maybe personal space is overrated, or maybe I'm proving it's necessary for my mental health.