Ghosts

I'm not going to lie...it's weird being here when practically no one else is. I keep thinking I see people. I see Lindsay on Kisker Road in her car, but it's not really her. I hear Leslie's laugh in the mall, but it's not really her. I keep expecting my Joey to pull up in front of my house and breeze through the door, but it's been a week since that's happened. I've been to Dominic, and it's strange, and foreign, and not mine. Not comfortable. Not home. Today was nice, because I saw Joe Siebelts and Sean, and we saw World Trade Center and were horrible, and I felt better again. But what about tomorrow? More ghosts? More mind tricks and feeling out of place in the place where I technically live? Gah. It's just almost eerie thinking that I might feel more at home in a place I've never lived in than I do here, with everyone gone.