"You can never go home"

So I didn't go back to see where the last blog left off, but I believe I was flying hi over the continental United States on my way to the city of brotherly love. I do not remember the flight, but if i had to guess I passed out with earplugs in before takeoff, but somehow, magically woke up as the girls with food or drink approached. I love looking around and seeing how anxious people get as they look forward to receiving their free tiny drink, or tiny snack. It is as if everyone is starving to death. Which, I am sure they are not. I on the other hand am usually literally starving to death. I don't know why, but it always seems to work out that way. So, I feel the same as those people on the plane look, but I, of course, do not show it.
So, eventually I made it to the final destination for the time being. I was glad not to share the same fate as in the movie "The Final Destination." A lot of times I am on a plane and feeling helpless if it explodes or something. What a waste of life. If I was somewhere else, at least I would have the chance to escape death, but up there, even if i got out of the infernal blaze in the cabin, I would surely not survive my fall to Earth without oxygen, coldsuit, and parachute.

Anywho, the parentals found me at the airport after some confusion on their part about pick up locations. From there we went to the place I have called home all of my conscious life. I am trying now to refer to it as their house from now on to "grow up". No matter what I call it, it will always be home though, probably. However, now when I return there I am seeking people and dog that reside elsewhere.

In closing, the title of this one is not from the crappy bon jovi song. Those feathered bangs. Although, I do like bed of roses. It is from a poem, probably where he got the idea for his song.