Familiar strangers

I suspect that many people have more than one home. And some, none.

I'm about to leave home to go home. 

I'm nervous, excited, longing for the familiar of before. I'm happy to experience the cold and the sense of just being where I know I'm welcome. Not a guest. 

But this new home is really home. And I'm going to miss it. There is a simplicity to life here. 

I'm nervous of the situation there and how to fit everything and everyone in. 

Focus on family and friends, the close ones. Mainly my mum and sister. They matter the most.

And I'm there to say goodbye to my dad. 

My heart feels a strange type of heavy.