you can never go home again...

After braving some ridiculous traffic on I-95 last night, I have arrived back in my hometown... but not really my home. It was weird driving into town and pulling into the driveway of a different house (we moved in with my stepmom). My bedroom is still full of unpacked boxes, bits and pieces of my old home. The wooden floors are all creaky in different places than the floors at my old house, and I found myself stepping gingerly to avoid awakening the household at 11pm (I was the only one up!). I lay in bed (queen-sized, a major change for me!) and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. The pillows were too firm. And this morning, I couldn't find the silverware drawer in the kitchen. This is gonna take some getting used to.