home is confusing.

wayne, nj and the house i grew up in might not be "home" for much longer.

grandpa called today. wants me to come visit him before i leave (not that i wouldn't have anyway) and bring along my brother and sister. he's going in for surgery next week for a clogged artery and i'm scared.

started reading Walden. i've never read before. i'd say the timing is good.

home makes me feel like a stranger in my own skin. i look around and see things that i recognize but i don't really see them through the same eyes anymore. it doesn't make me sad but sometimes the fact that it doesn't make me sad makes me sad.

home is confusing.