I’m gonna talk about a really weird thing, okay?
So I’m back in my hometown. It’s been quite long. It’s been around 8 months. And at first, I was really excited to come back. I was so looking forward to it. But now that I’m here, I feel nothing. I just feel like I don’t belong here. My bed doesn’t feel like MY bed anymore. And it is so damn weird. The room that I decorated with my own hand seems unknown to me now. I know it’s been long, but boy, how can I forget my home? Isn’t it weird?
To be honest, I find it scary. Like, was I never attached to this place? I spent 18 fucking years of my life in this room that I don’t even seem to remember. How is that even possible? So what I think is, there can be two things. Either I’m so heartless that I don’t give a shit about my hometown or….. things have actually changed. For real. Maybe because most of my friends have moved out of town or maybe because some of my family is not here, anymore. Maybe that’s the reason I feel this way. Maybe this room meant nothing to me without my sister in it. Maybe for me, home never meant the place I live in but the people I live my life with. Maybe it was always about the people. My people.
This is probably the first time I’m missing them so much. Because when I’m in Bombay, I’m so busy and occupied that I don’t get time to think about these things. That’s one reason I haven’t been active on my blog lately, too. My new life in Bombay is so so overwhelming lol. But anyway, I got to learn a little something new about myself today. So I think I can peacefully sleep in my not so homely bed now. Duh, whatever.