With all my worldly goods, I thee endow (except the bamboo bookcase)

I think I am officially homeless (or as homeless as one with lots of family and friends can be). My Mom and two little siblings helped me move out today. Everything I own in this world now occupies a small corner of "the girls'" three-car garage. It is a rather odd feeling to know there is really no place on earth that I can go and say "this space right here is mine." Even when I shared my bedroom with my sister, growing up, my bed was my own. It was the one spot I could tell my sister not to touch. We respected each other's bed space. =) But I don't even have that anymore. It's a very strange feeling - not bad, just strange...