Home, Sweet Home?

So I've been back in Rochester for not even 24 hours.

Is it a bad thing that I already don't want to be here?

They say home is where the heart is. And while I know, and love the place from whence I came, I truly feel like I could do without it. 

I'm beyond boredom... and I simply can't deal with it. Or maybe its deeper than that. I'm beginning to think I've simply out grown it. I've moved away, in more ways than one and I'm beginning to feel like a stranger in my own skin. The house is the same. The streets are familiar. But somehow... the feeling is not. 

The family is lovely. And the food is great. But beyond that... nothing here even slightly begins to beg my presence. Half my friends are gone. And the other half are still in Pittsburgh. And I hate feeling like I'm trapped inside with nowhere to go on days like this... where a trip to the grocery store is the highlight of my day, and the only reason to put on some clothes. Summer is not supposed to be like this.

But then again its still only April. 

And so the countdown begins... 23 days until London.