Lost thoughts: Home bound

There’s a weird feeling of coming home for  holidays once you’ve flown the nest. It’s something I can’t write put my finger on, but the house always feels smaller and I feel bigger. I come in my room and everything is arranged pristine and tidy. The room has stuff and belongings in but is clearly not lived in. Stood next to my dresser, I feel tall, the drawers once used to tower over me.

I come back and there is space to move and breath, the house is peaceful and clean - a stark contrast to most uni houses. I can move without wondering who will come downstairs or who I will bump into, the people here I am all related to.

Home feels that bit emptier and like you’re moving further away, in time and space from the period you spent here. It feels like I am waiting now to find my own home, I am now living in my parent's house even though they would never make me leave. More in the sense this is the place they moved to, so there always comes a time for you to move on yourself. I feel like I still have a bed time here, even though I don’t. My friends have moved on, everyone goes to bed at 10, nothing more is done after 5. I am ready for a new adventure. It is really nice being home for christmas, don’t get me wrong, I can just tell I’ve grown.