being back feels both

normal and strange at the same time, and the shock of transitioning... it's always hard to leave. as always it feels completely normal and right to be home, no matter how long it's been, but then to arrive here and realize, woah, i live here, this is where i spend 99% of my time, not there.... i hope i never cease to feel at home in my home. oh and it went so fast and so much more i wanted to do and then poof. and not knowing when i'll be back and knowing it'll be a long 4 mo stretch before i see them again, this time in SF. ga it hurts.