Christmas Eve New Orleans

I'm leaving for San Francisco on Christmas day. All of the volunteers except me and 2 others are here. The bunk house is eerie and strange. I couldn't wait for the large college groups of volunteers to leave-I was dying for some quiet time. Yet after they all left I felt empty and sad. Without the others and the work we do,it is nothing.
Yesterday was beautiful-clear skies. I walked around the French Quarter for hours just trying to get centered before returning "home", San Francisco. Then for a week in January it will be Seattle. Suddenly the realization that I don't have my own home is hitting me. I've been so at peace with that in the past 3 months but now that I'm on my way to see my kids in SF I feel bad that I have to see them at a friend's house and not in a place they can call home. I feel anxiety-it seems like reality is about to hit me. I just have to work through it.
I have to say that my time here in New Orleans has been one of most gratifying experiences I've ever had and I can honestly say that I have been truly happy. I'm coming back in January because, I'm just not finished here.
Happy Holidays to y'all.