what day is it?

There's always a kind of letdown, coming back home. Not that home is so awful, or anything like that, I just like going places. Places near, places far, doesn't matter, it's somewhere different than wherever here is. Ironic for someone who's scared to leave the house. But I would pack anyday over UN-packing. And I guess it's tough not to look too deep into what it feels like symbolically. So I'm here, dealing with all my wrinkley clothes, figuring out what got left behind accidently, and wondering when the next opportunity to use my suitcase will be.