why wy?

coming home is strange - like waking up after a coma and coming home to find that your room is exactly how you left it, but not really. I couldn't remember what it was like, looking for the familiar in unfamiliar places. It was amazing how everything smelt - the newness of the car's leather seats, the dusty newness of the toilets (upgraded before i left), the mugginess of air. It was like christmas, opening up my cupboards and finding all the clothes i left behind. I never knew i had so much, and there i was, complaining to david that i had too many clothes in the wardrobe in melbourne.