Surprisingly…
being back home isn’t as comforting as I thought it would be…
I don’t know what it is, but the first night I got back, I couldn’t sleep the whole night.
I was just up laying in my bed with my eyes open staring into my ceiling.
Food’s been okay - my parents have sort of been lazy the past few days and they barely had anytime to cook. I’ve only eaten like 2 home cooked meals since I’ve gotten back on Saturday night.
But it’s nice being with my family and hanging out with my friends. I don’t know - I just feel sort of awkward whenever I take out my keys to open the front door to my house. I feel like I should be beeping (swiping/scanning) into the building :P
