Weather any storm

After spending the past 3 or 4 years essentially homeless or on the road, I'm going to be moving into a room in a couple weeks. I'm even going to have my own door to the room. I'm excited about that. If I could sum up the polar opposite highs and lows of a couple years of life on the road, it would be that some days are incredibly beautiful, and other days you want nothing more than to scream and cry your everything into just about anyone's arms (Except there are never any arms). Most days I just bury myself in work and don't think about a thing. I think the best days in life are the days you don't have to worry about life at all. But its all par for the course I suppose.