Today is my work-from-home day. It's the day I am supposed to be productive with the writing side of my life. I had planned to sit down and work on transcription, to work on the nuts-and-bolts information for my next freelance article. But when the time came to sit down to my computer, I just ... couldn't. I am usually able to push past the working-at-home reticence, but when I put my hands against it to shove it aside, I felt this panicked desire to cry. And that's when I thought - maybe tonight is a bigger deal than I thought it would be. -------------------------------------- I am 25. From the time I was born to the summer I was 10, I lived on 13th Avenue in a half-double with my parents and siblings. In the summer of 1997, my parents bought a house on Norwood Street. I lived in that house until the September of 2006. By then, I was 19 and had made the decision to move out into another half-double just north of OSU campus with 6 other girls...