Home...Where is that

So here I sit at "home" on a Saturday night. By home I mean the basement I live in, in Fort Morgan. Why sit at home when there is soooo much to do here in a town of 12,000, oh wait no there is not. The most excitment of my day was talking to my mom on the phone. And, oh yeah, I almost cried during that too. I seem to be doing a lot of that recently. I am having a really hard time feeling at home in Colorado. While I'm at school things are fine, I like teaching and my kids are really great, all four grades I have throughout the day. But then I come home. I have been sitting and watching a lot of TV and movies. I do have work to do and I get it done but then there is all this down time I don't know what to do with. I have no one to talk to or hang out with even on the weekends. There is no one in the church that is in my age group and I don't even know where else to look.
I'm trying to get the Youth Group up and running as well. Last week we have a meeting and I had three kids show up, I picked up two of them. So I've got all this stuff going on and I don't feel as though any of it is working out at all. I am giving Fort Morgan until Christmas, and if it is not going any better than now I am going to put my name back on the call list. My dream would be to go back to Idaho so that I have the support of my family. If that happened I would be so happy, but I don't know if that is the case or not. Now looking back at when I got my call papers I think God was trying ot tell me this was not the place for me. When I first got them I couldn't sign them becasue I was scared and cried everytime I tried to, I thought it was becasue of camp but now I think it was because I am not meant to be here.
Wow, this is a lot to deal with on a Saturday night at home.