Different House, Different Basement

So, I finally moved out. I am now staying with my sister and her husband, at their place.

All I brought over was a Rubbermaid container of clothes and my school bag, threw it into a car and drove off.

I don't feel particularly excited. In fact, I feel as if nothing has really changed. Maybe it'll take some time to get used to it.

I still live in the basement.

A few plusses so far:

It's a pretty new house.
So the carpeting is better.
And my room doesn't have that 'Smell of Death' to it.
My sister and husband are more easygoing.

But it doesn't feel quite right. I'm still looking for a place with the Derelictitious one.