My Life in Suitcases

 
I wanted to see the world
I thought it would be cool
What I didn't think about
Is I hate being on the move

I jump into every plane,
With as much luggage as I can take
Knowing I may not take everything to the next stop
Some of my things will also get lost

Never fully unpack because I'll leave again
That has been my most recent complaint
Deciding what I'll leave behind
Because I can't take it all on this flight

I don't own a blanket, I don't own a place
I don't own a towel or a queen size bed
My favorite things are packed everywhere
In boxes and bags labeled with my name

I miss my family, I miss my friends
I miss my clothes and my private space
Wandering in lobbies and halls of hotels
Eating alone starts to feel lame

Where's the stability I was looking for?
I want to sleep in the same place for at least a month
I miss the house where I lived before
Now there is no place that I can call home.