I'm on my way home, but does it feel like home? No. It feels like a place I use to call home, with a few things there that belonged to me. Now it's just a place, with a few faces and little memories. The welcome home, is more of cold greeting from a stranger as I walk through the door. My room is no longer recognizable, with posters the new owner of the room put up. I get the lovely couch with the over sized pillow to rest my head in the livingroom. The television is an old friend and updates me on characters that I've forgotten, and I find myself thinking, was I better off staying here and never seeing what's outside my home town, or leaving a warm home to go out to the cold reality of life?
I'm not sure what's on my mind. I couldn't sleep this morning, but I'm sure I was half asleep having vivid dreams. I'm going back home after being away for 3 months, and this time I don't miss home as much. A year from now, I've changed a little, from not caring and wanting to get away from people, to caring for a lot of new people I've met this year, and wanting to be with them. You would think I would be excited to go back home, but I'm feeling "Meh". Maybe because I feel like I don't have a place there anymore.
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