once again

So I got home this morning. Back in Calgary. Snow, and lots of it. I walked around the house for awhile commenting on the new lamp my mom bought or the new mirror or whatever else was different. My dad had to go back to work. I sat down on the couch in the family room and stared out the window, watching the snow fall in the backyard. The weird thing about being away at school for most of the year is your clock gets all out of joint. You leave in august and it's hot, come back in December and there's a foot of snow. The leaves are gone and it doesn't look the same. What happened in between? Everything, I think. Absolutely everything.
The door closed behind my dad. With that, I just started to sob. It was the weirdest thing, cause I was glad to be back, with no tests or anything to worry about. But I wasn't relaxed. So I walked around the house and made my way to my room, still crying, for God knows what reason. My mom had made some piles for me like she always does when I'm away. These piles were of course substantially larger than I've had before since I'd been gone for 2 months.
I finally got my act together and stopped crying. It was the weirdest thing though, cause it felt like someone had died or something, as crazy as that sounds. It felt as if something was missing. Maybe the thing is that I just missed this place, a lot more than I thought I did. So I'm back once again. And it's a good thing.