I almost wrote that I'm back home in Tennessee, but that didn't seem accurate. I definitely feel like a visitor here. Everything familiar and routine is back in Maryland - all of my stuff and my way of doing things. Visiting my parents' house can be weird because I'm not exactly special enough to be treated as a full-out house guest and yet, as I already mentioned, it's not the same as being in my own home.
If home is where the heart is, then where is my heart?