Home

So home is an entirely weird concept for me now. I've been "home" twice since going away to school, but neither time has felt like I'm home at all. Maybe it's because I only moved to this new home right after I graduated, and have only "lived" here for a real total of two months. It's sort of a sucky feeling, though, to get all excited to go home from school for break, and then realize that really, school is home. [And when I say "school is home" I mean the town in which I go to school, my room in my house at school, etc. Yes, I'm good at school, but no, I don't live in the