Home

Originally, it might've taken a while to pack what I needed. 

Even if I was only going home for a week, I had a tendency to overpack on things like clothes and other stuff, whether I thought I would need it or not. Fortunately, there was no need to worry about that this time.

Other than the clothes on my back, I carried no further luggage.

Before me was a simple two-storey house that could only be described as ordinary. Needless to say, it was my family home, one three-hour train journey away from university.

To be honest I thought it was absurd, as taking a car would cut that time in half, and yet the train was not only slower because there was no direct route home, but also exorbitantly priced. Anyway, having taken that into consideration, I made sure to leave early enough that I arrived here at noon.

Taking a singular suitcase out of the Storage and plopping it on the ground―only then did I reach out and ring the doorbell just once.