A thought that really has nothing to do with anything except perhaps growing up
I was checking one of my friend's Facebook updates and saw that she had new pictures from when she was home over Christmas. Cool, and all that. But when I read the title of the photo album, something hit me. It was entitled "A bit of vacation" or something along those lines.
What hit me was the idea that going home is no longer going home. Yes, it's still that safe place where everyone loves you, etc, etc. But really, it's vacation from life. My parents home is no longer the center of my life and personal existence. Right now, the center of my existence is my dorm. Four months from now, the center of my existence may be a house or an apartment with some friends. Maybe later, it'll be a place with my wife (whoever she is). But home. Home. Home. That place I've known for 20 years (wherever it's been globally) will never be HOME again. It'll be a vacation from my new home. That saddens me a great deal.
I shall leave you with a picture that I find amusing.
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It's weird how that happens, isn't it? I do find that going to visit my parents feels a little odd now. I left home over 9 years ago now, and home is definitely not HOME any more, as you say. I don't really feel sad about it though. I still have a home, it's just somewhere different and with someone different from when I was a child. Change can be good! I still feel welcome whenever I go and visit, but I'm happy giving my affection to another hearth, as it were.
By the way, I love the picture!
Astraad