Well. This is awkward.
This is the first time I've ever come home and felt... not home I guess. I walked into my room and turned on the light after setting my bags down. I had completely forgotten what my room looked like entirely. It was so alien to me. I've never had that happen to me before. Coming home was always one of those, oh there's MY bed and I love it so much because it is mine. Now it's more like, here's a bed... and that's it.
I don't know how I should feel about it, I mean. It might just be because I moved to this room for just the summer form my old room. My old room has most of my stuff in it, so maybe if I go in there it will make me feel more homey. Its odd. Maybe I'm just ready to fly the coop.
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