I just got to my house in Saint Louis from the airport and for some reason it doesn't really feel like home. I was worried at first that coming home would be difficult because I've really started to feel at home in the middle of nowhere Tennessee. I'm very bad with change and it takes me a while to become accustom to something but on the flip side it's difficult for me to unadjust after I've already adjusted.
I'm not sure how to describe this feeling. When I travelled through Europe and came home after 2 weeks I was ecstatic. After 2 weeks in South Korea the only thing I wanted was to come home. Now that I think about it, most of the extented travels I've had I've wanted nothing else but to come home.
The difference here is that I prepared my mind for the worst. The worst being that I wouldn't see my house for the remainder of the year. Plus having someone else living in my house while I'm gone is difficult to imagine. I've lived a lone for nearly 2 years now and having someone else here kind of freaks me out.
I probably just need to get some sleep and when I wake up tomorrow morning the birds will be chirping and the sun shining. But right now I'm feeling a bit sad to be here and want to go back to Savannah.
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