Where am I? Where am I going?

There is a view from the top of Capitol Hill looking west that may confuse the casual viewer, especially if it is me. To the west is mountains, with the sun setting behind them, and a downtown hodgepodge of high rises in the foreground. That is a picture of home for me, in more ways then one. Not prescribing to regular sleep patterns, I became very disoriented and thought I was somewhere else. It caused me to remember what a friend of mine had said on a recent layover in the Emerald City: "This place is just like a part of Denver I haven't explored yet." I feel this way very often. The only problem is there is a sense in my gut that I'm here only to explore. That at the end of the day I'm going to go home. But this is my home now...I think. Seattle is only a physical place. A cold indifferent geographical point. Same as Denver too. Maybe that is why after awhile all these places feel the same, from Seattle to Denver, Denver to Denmark, and back again. It's only those friends and loved ones that make a place feel like home. Not to sound too emo but I don't have any of that quite yet. I was hoping to make some kind of connection with people by now but that has been a bust. Since there is no funds for school the only social outlet I have is work but thats as far as it goes. I have a friend who did very much the same thing and somehow she survived. I wonder what her strategy was? Mhmm.....I am probably sure it differed a lot from mine: when not occupied by work drinking a few cups of wine then contemplating service to one's country while listening to a lot of garage rock. At last it has come down to this: the Army or boredom?