“So where do you live?”
“I don’t really have a place.”
“But, like, in the summer when you’re in the states, where do you live?”
“Well, I’ve been renting a room in a house but I can’t do that anymore. And besides, it was their home not mine.”
“So you never stored anything there?”
“Nah. I have a storage unit, and stuff in other places. And there’s my brother’s place, I sleep on the couch there but it’s about as close as I have right now. Or my uncle has a great spare room.”
“But that doesn’t really count.”
“Oh, I don’t know, it kind of feels like home. And I’ve moved a lot over the last six years so I’m pretty used to it.”
“But you’re sleeping on a couch, you don’t have your own space… don’t you get sick of it?”
“I, well, yeah.”

Yeah, I do. But how do you have a place and pay for it, and not be there for most of the year? People laugh at the premise of Doctor Who, but think about it. The ability to travel wherever you want, and take your home with you.

Miss you, baby