The house I grew up in

I am house sitting for my dad and it is cool to be back in the house I grew up in but at the same time it is weird. It feels good to see my old home and feel some nostalgia.

At the same time it is odd as this place is no longer home for me and it at points feel foreign. I am aware I am only here for a while and that most of my belongings are some where else. I also wonder how I lived here so long withoug wanting to leave or without wanting to see other places and have some place to call my own.

I recall spending lots of time down stairs because it is cooler. I recall all the spiders & bugs down stairs. I remember the odd lighting in the kitchen and bathrooms and how old they look. The place has not changed except in how old it looks and feels.

I guess the point where one realizes that the house they grew up in is just a house is when it no longer feels like home. This place has not felt like that for me in years but it is nice to visit.