so i’m home for the weekend and it feels so goddamn weird. i’ve been living in my own apartment with my roommate since august and now being here almost feels like i’m in a foreign place. even while i was driving, the last stretch of road leading to my house felt unfamiliar.
i don’t get it, every other time i’ve come back home from baltimore it hasn’t felt this way! it’s so odd and i don’t know what it is… maybe this means i’m growing to be a real independent adult. i’m just not gonna overthink it. i don’t like it, haha.
tagged as: thoughts. personal. D:.