It's sort of strange, to be a guest in the house you grew up in.
Well...not a guest, but something like that. I mean I don't live here anymore, and I do have all my stuff in a bag (a very heavy one, I might add, I couldn't stop myself form packing just one more thing).
Nice, but strange. It can never again be like it was before, when I lived here for real, I understand that now.
But that doesn't necessarily mean that it's not as good now. I love coming home like this, feeling missed and being a little pampered.
This is just a new situation, that's all.
Oh...and I love this song:
Not the most "hot" video (actually one of the more "not hot" ones...ha ha), but a great song.
Take care guys! (^ - ^) Mata ne!