home.
i pulled out my money and the three bags that sat next to me.
home.
it had been an entire year since i seen this place. since i called any place by the same name.
i had been loyal to this place as though it was my lover. and it was.
the memories we shared, the talks, the late nights, i'd be damned if i didn't return.
and here i am.
"God, it's good to be back."
i could almost hear the house respond, "it's good to have you back."
i stood outside for a while, letting the brisk air sweep my nostrils and cleanse my sinuses.
my keys wouldn't stop jingling as i tried to slip them into the lock.
the unlocking "click" was loud enough to attract the police's attention.
and i entered expecting things to be just as i left them.
but they weren't.
the house was barren, void of any previous life. desolate. heartless even.
no pictures. no vacuum lines. no furniture. nothing. nothing was as i left it.
it was a shock i didn't expect but knew i should have.
"everything changes," i reminded myself. "Even home."
it was a sense of emptiness i had never felt before.
i left into nothingness, i didn't think i'd have to come home to the same.
i looked down at my watch, "8:17 am. January first, 2011."
and with the beginning of the new year, i knew this would be the beginning of a new home.
with faint memories lingering in the air, i decided to not attempt to relive the past but to enjoy the potential possibilities of what could be sculpted out of this nothingness.
solitude is only a matter of self.
heres to the new year.
