when “i got to go home.” feels weird in your mouth,
when your “home” doesn’t feel like it’s your home,
when it doesn’t comfort you the same way as your old home
when your new friends doesn’t show up when you hit them with “let’s get some coffee.”
when it feels a little bit strange when you forgot way to go back home, because it’s a new place
when you look at things differently, because it’s too odd
when your personality changed because the surroundings forced you to do so.
have you ever been to a place where you’re supposed to love but all you can think about is your old home?