I know people always say it's never the same again once you flock the nest and move out; I didn't really feel this would be the case, until about 4-6 weeks ago when I moved out, I returned home today to see family in what will be a flying visit.
It feels very weird, almost odd. It's like, this is my home, but it isn't. Feels a bit like looking into a snow globe and seeing what was and what now 'is'.
It is odd knowing that tomorrow I have to travel 2/3hrs back to my house I share with my partner and back to work in my new job.
Anybody relate?