Coming home from a trip is just too difficult for me to handle.
I like to think of myself as a traveler, and I treasure the vacations I am able to go on.
But coming home from a trip to another country has always been really strange for me.
The house is different, it seems as though its not my own and I'm a stranger looking in.
Even though everything was the way I left it, it has a different, crisp air to it.
The house seems quiet, and images of the people you met abroad come into mind.
A single, no, double tear rolls down my cheek, its that bad.
It takes me too long to get used to this, and I can't deal with it.
Even the bed looks different.
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