Take me Home

In the spirit of St. Patrick's Day here's my favorite Irish drinking song:

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best. I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left... I need home for a rest. 

The thing is, I have no idea where home is anymore. I'm not even sure after the past few months that I can ever go home and be welcomed there again. It seems the shunning is just going in circles at this point. 

I guess home now is just here. I've been in Toronto longer than I've actually been home at this point. I have family here. Real family, not people you're blood related to who think they can go back and forth on whether or not they love you. 

Make a choice people.  Michael did. He's on my side no matter what. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best...