Spring is in the air...

There is something different about being in the same place again... The people are still the same, the city is still the same, there have been no mentionable cultural, architectural, or historical revolutions that have changed the face of my homeland, and yet I feel out of place. It's difficult trying to focus again on the details instead of the big picture. And it seems like the changes are hidden in the details.

I didn't feel like a stranger coming home again, but I can't make myself feel at home at the same time. It's like part of me has never been away for seven months and the other part can't come back. I just hope this spring will bring a couple of damp and raging thunderstorms, it would be the perfect place to feel at home...