It’s weird, because of the amount of time I spend at home by myself, at night, to see my family here during the day. I practically live out of my backpack - for school, work, or leisure - carrying it everywhere I go, filled with the “necessities” of life. And when I see my parents in what is actually their house, it feels like they are actually just relatives, coming to visit me in my house. But I think, in reality, it’s exactly the opposite.