I think the strangest part of travelling is coming home, especially if you’ve been away for a long period of time. You walk in the door, and even though you know this is your house, you feel awkward. The type of awkward that you get when you visit someone for the first time. You unpack your bags and feel just a little bit like you are in a hotel room. Everything has been shut for a long time.
And now that you are back, the house will breathe of energy and life again.
Ive often found that houses have a feel to them. You sense it as you walk through the door. The energy in the house is a reflection of the people who live there, and that is why newly bought houses feel strange and unwelcoming for the first while. If it is an angry or abusive household, you could find a feeling of hostility, or just a quick thought of: “Something's off”.
Happy houses always make you want to come back. You love visiting, and the people are pleasant. Then you just get houses that have people in them, but aren't being lived in.
For now, I'm enjoying my last few days of vacation, and I am home.
I think.
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