So... The longer one

Recently I've enjoyed independence so much, I've began to not miss home. I don't know what's the cause, home doesn't feel home anymore. There are some changes and maybe that's why it feels strange. My room isn't mine anymore. It's actually more like a guestroom/storagespace and I just don't fit anymore. It's sad and yet I don't feel any anger or recentment. It's just something I should have seen coming, I guess. I mean when a grown woman, who lives mostly in some other location comes "home" then obviously it won't be the same anymore. It's actually stupid to expect things to freeze up and wait for you. Then again, you dn't expect your own room to change without your presence. Am I making any sense or is this mostly some kind of sh#t I'm saying. I know things have to keep in motion. And that's why I'm ending my non-philosophical conversation with myself. Be cool my only friend(s) and don't let the bedbugs bite.