Home
It's always strange when I'm coming home after a while during breaks. Things seem different than I remember. Everything seem a bit more run down. The paint seems to be a bit dull and the switches seem a bit dirtier. There's new bits and bobs here and there I don't seem to recognize. There are cracks here and there on the wall where there were none before. My parent's seem a bit more tired, their age seem to be slowly catching up to them. It's this weird sort of sinking feeling but funny enough everything goes away the moment I start talking. There's always this moment for me, I'll be there in the kitchen with my parents telling stories and mainly just joking around. At that moment I think "Ah, I'm home now. No wonder everything seemed brighter in my head". Even though the changes get to me at times, I'm glad that I'm here.Thank you for reading.