bites you on the ass..

so i've always had this philosophy that home is where your cds are.
last night, i freaked out when i was alone and in my room and felt like...shit, i really do live in manchester now, and where's the going back and how did this happen? and why am i living in a house where my friends all once lived and have all since moved on?
and so i realised that the temporarily stopping somewhere til decisions get made, has turned into actually living somewhere
because all yes all my cds are now in my room. with all my handbags too.
scary stuff