In Castlemaine
I’ve grabbed some time off over the Easter break to go visit friends, pick up some essential items from storage, and generally have an attempt at being human again.
Good to meet up at old places, like the regular Saturday market at Wesley Hill – Ray’s Chai Tent, the sausage stall and the rest.
Feels like home. Except it isn’t home any more. For now, at least.
Odd.
Home just is. It’s where you feel it is, not where you think it “should” be.
So, it’s home.
Yeah, sure, agreed – especially as I know you’re going through some un-fun ‘home’ issues at the moment. (Best wishes on that, by the way – let me known how it settles out, okay?)
An odd feeling, though.