Home.

So I am finally home. (As of about 7 hours ago). And it feels WEIRD. How do I describe it.. comfortable but somehow unfamiliar. It was so amazing seeing my mom waiting for me at the arrivals (I think walking down that path is always the best part about landing) and hugging her and shedding tears of joy. Somehow it felt as if I was never really gone, like I had just seen her yesterday. I suppose we are just really connected that way. Coming home everything was the same..not sure what I was expecting to be different. My dog Rusty was actually so happy to see me I have never seen him so excited before. So cute. My amazing mother cleaned my room for me while I was away so I had a lovely tidy space to walk into.

Something still doesn't feel right. The best way to describe it is that it feels like I am on the outside watching myself move through the motions. Having a shower, grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, turning on the TV. It feels like I'm in a dream or something, like it isn't real. It almost feels like I was never even gone but at the same time it feels like I am not actually home now. I'm stuck somewhere in the middle. I am so exhausted I can hardly keep my eyes open, I have probably slept less than 4 hours in the past 48 hours so I'm going to sleep now. I'm curious and honestly a bit afraid to see how I'll feel when I wake up tomorrow.