"And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born
Then it's time to go
And define your destination
There's so many different places to call home"
- "You Are a Tourist" by Death Cab for Cutie
I've spent the summer in the same town where I have lived my whole life {except for college}, and yet it doesn't feel like like home anymore. Sometimes I feel as out of place as a tourist in a strange land, but I do not have new places to delight me. I'm someone else living in someone else's home when I'm here because so often my mind and heart are far away.
Sometimes nothing has changed. Laughter and hours spend with my friends from my childhood is something I can come back to like always. But interspersed are those moments where I am a stranger in a place I am supposed to be long-known. I have changed. And in some ways nothing else has - which is the problem. It's like a pair of childhood gloves that used to fit, and now I've outgrown them. Or did they shrink on their own?
Only a few more weeks until I can be back at school...
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