is home where the heart is?

i could have been mistaken for a dancer, frozen in time. instead, i am lying in my bed. my bed, at the place i called my home. my eye lids are not even touched by any drowsiness but instead they're open and receptive to this imaginative streak of inspiration at 1:37 AM friday morning. in several hours, i'm going back to what i knew as high school. 3 groups of the same people, 1 brand new. i, however, am considered an oldie. i briefly encountered some blatant nostalgia today at 2:50 PM. after an hour-ish of jam session from waco to arlington with my roommate, a blast to the past seemed pretty appealing. much to my surprise, everything was relatively the same. i don't know why i expected a completely different world. last time i checked, i was the one to immerse myself in a fresh beginning. i felt like everything at home was in slow motion. so when i came back, everything would be the same but just slightly altered and adjusted.

at home, it's weird having to adjust back to the routine i knew for over 18 years. i drove my brother home from school and it felt like old times. i didn't take my car to college so driving it felt familiar yet distant, like a long lost best friend. all the preset radio stations remained the same though. but after i got out of the driveway, i definitely got back into the groove of safely speeding down the streets of arlington.
then i grabbed some happy hour drinks like michael and i used to do a lot. we came home and we both bummed around and took naps. it felt so weird to take a nap... i slept like a baby for 3 whole hours. i woke up and my mother was in the process of cooking dinner as usual. my father just walked into the door from work. my brother was in his room, studying. my family was completely at home once again.
that night, we sat on the couch, eating dinner while watching ugly betty.
this is what i wanted for so long. just an easy evening with the fam.