home sweet...... well yeah

I've been home for a week now. It's kind of strange really.
My stuff has no place where it belongs. My routine is out of sink. My daily life is immensely different. My friends are no longer within walking distance.
Three months, baby. Three months.
This isn't feeling like home anymore. I mean, it is and it isn't. I'll always have a home here. The welcoming walls will be welcoming until they fall down. But the feeling of belonging is fading. I almost feel like an intruder, invading their space, interrupting their lives. My life isn't here anymore. My life is in Green Bay, with my friends and school life. Coming back here is like a twilight zone of the past, and that's not who I am anymore.
But if this isn't my home, then where is? I never referred to my apartment at school home. How can a space shared with people I barely spoke to be home? That apartment was simply the place I stored my things, the place I slept at night, not home. Others would say that they had just gotten home from work, home from class, but not me. I never saw it as home. Does this leave me homeless? That's rather depressing.

How I'm Spending My Summer Vacation - coming soon to a post near you