So...every mini vacation that I take to go back home somehow has the same kind of affect on me.
I have noticed it before but i don't think I've ever really tried to understand it. Somehow it has this delicious yet largely unsettling quality.
It has a few distinct phases.
phase 1 - overwhelming joy.The first week or so I am extremely happy to be home.Spending time with my parents..my little sister..almost getting lost in the memory of what it was like to be younger and when i used to live at home.
phase 2 - Irritation. Little things annoy me.Things that might be minuscule to the naked eye..have a sort of way to get me to react in a melodramatic fashion.
phase 3 - *sigh*
"i don't want to go,but i want to go"
Its so strange to come home after you live away for so long.I am so used to being on my own now..living in a house full of people puts me in a place of unfamiliar territory. Come to think of it this used to be my ...is my "home".
but this is what happens...you come home..everything looks the same...everything feels the same...everyone is the same...except for you.
You realize..you have changed.Sometimes for the better or worse..but you aren't the person that once lived here.
Its strange when you live in two places at once...neither one of them ends up being home.
I have noticed it before but i don't think I've ever really tried to understand it. Somehow it has this delicious yet largely unsettling quality.
It has a few distinct phases.
phase 1 - overwhelming joy.The first week or so I am extremely happy to be home.Spending time with my parents..my little sister..almost getting lost in the memory of what it was like to be younger and when i used to live at home.
phase 2 - Irritation. Little things annoy me.Things that might be minuscule to the naked eye..have a sort of way to get me to react in a melodramatic fashion.
phase 3 - *sigh*
"i don't want to go,but i want to go"
Its so strange to come home after you live away for so long.I am so used to being on my own now..living in a house full of people puts me in a place of unfamiliar territory. Come to think of it this used to be my ...is my "home".
but this is what happens...you come home..everything looks the same...everything feels the same...everyone is the same...except for you.
You realize..you have changed.Sometimes for the better or worse..but you aren't the person that once lived here.
Its strange when you live in two places at once...neither one of them ends up being home.
