[Home sweet home?] RP with morethanleah

David never knew why his father had a porch swing at the house. It's not like either of them ever used it when David still lived at home. He didn't think he'd ever seen his father go near it and he had no memories of it in his bank of childhood experiences (not that it was a huge bank). Still, it was better than sitting on the cold steps.

His feet scuffed back and forth across the deck of the porch as he swung slowly in the swing. He was finding himself just feeling tired here, knowing it was only because he had nothing to boost himself with. It was just another town in another state in another country. He felt no connection here, even though it's where he'd spent the biggest portion of his life in one place. He had to leave soon. He just did. If he didn't, he was going to end up needing a dose of antidepressants and probably a smack in the head.