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Eccentric. Strange. New. Different. Alien. There are a thousand words I could use to describe the feeling blooming in my chest right now. The feeling itself is a mystery to me. Maybe it is ecstasy, or perhaps just me being much too pensive. Nevertheless, it’s complicated.

Home. It was something that I never thought would feel foreign to me. The walls, the rooms, even all the cobwebs lurking in the dark corners- all of them, I thought I knew but after returning home after four months straight, that’s changed. It feels like these four months have been a pleasant dream and now I’ve finally woken up. I feel you, Sleeping Beauty.

The ways of home are amusing to me suddenly, the amount of pampering suddenly immense. Who thought you would be thinking twice before messing up your own room? The idea of sleeping on such a fluffy bed seems way too good to be true. The concept of washing fifty clothes at one go, impossible.

I never pondered over how the hostel would change me. But now I have come to that. The hostel has made me look at things more closely, absorb them more vividly and clearly- I never paid attention to the size of house flies before. I’ve seemingly become more thoughtful. But then, there are other qualities I’ve developed, other adventures ready to be undertook and other blogs waiting to be written.