Tomorrow I have to fly home.
Except not exactly home.
Because Chicago has started to feel a little like home.
And Amherst has started to feel a little like home.
And we have to sell the actual home, the place I would in theory “go home to.”
I wonder if this is just a “sarah’s life” thing or like a “I guess this is growing up *doo dododo dooo*” thing?
I really envy the people whose parents stay together and keep the same old house and all your things so you can go home for the holidays etc.