Home

I'm home. Well, I'm in my old home. I'm not sure where home is anymore. I live in a house, and that's sort of my home. I go to church, and that's sort of home. I sit with my friends, and that's yet another sort of home.

Somehow, I thought this home was different in a way that mattered. I expected something to be changed, but everything's the same. The town is the same, the people are mostly the same. It's like I never left. And in some ways, that's good. But in others, I don't know what to do with it. I'm staring and unable to comprehend and I'm confused and I'm almost hurt.

Why would I expect anything to change?