Home is where my bed is

Just found this (for some reason) never published post. Dated September 15th.




My weekend was spent back home. Met with my three best friends, and laughed with my old colleagues. And did absolutely nothing with my family.
I was there for 49 hours. And for 49 hours I had a strange feeling of being in no-mans land. In a city that has been home most of my life, but now no longer feels like home.