old haunts, old places, familiar places, if yet changed, slightly varied, but still, places i remember, good thoughts, mostly good thoughts, mostly good memories, and yet there was an air of apprehension, why? i do not know, a fear of not belonging, of not fitting in, yet so many years ago it was home to me, it was where i belonged, it was yeah, but even then, was it really? maybe not. maybe it's always been that way to me, not quite home, not quite comfortable, not quite yet, or if, and when, but yet it was all familiar, and there is a difference, if slight, between familiar and comfortable, but i could return, i could come back, if they'd have me.