today...i realized i am homesick. but not the normal kind of homesick that people get when they move away (after all i am still living at home). it's the kind of homesick that you get for a place that wasn't really your home, but in a way kind of always was. it's a place where i felt safe, i felt loved, i felt confident enough to be my self, i felt happy, i felt comforted, i felt good enough, i felt welcomed, i felt... at home. but then i realize i can't call this place home anymore. it is no longer mine. it's changed. it's become something without me because i was the one who left.