After a few days

I am still of the mindset that I want to go back ...
This doesn't feel like home any more, and it should. I pay for this place. It's my house ... but it's not.
This place is a mess. The kitchen is amazingly clean, but the other rooms are like Hannah's parent's place.
There is a standoffish energy between Hannah and I.
At least Huggs went right back to being his sweet self with me.
I have actually talked to my mother a bit about all this. Most of my thoughts were confirmed, but she did surprise me a bit on one thing.

Today's song stuck in my head; Radiohead. "I don't belong here ... "