Bittersweet, perhaps. Or even, more of a let-down than up-lifting. That’s how Ace felt when he walked, if the term walked is applicable any longer, into his own home.
The long, cold, dreary hours that he had spent longing to be back in his abode, his recluse, his zero-zero, his spot in the universe, the one that he had built over the years, have finally ended. He was back where he felt like himself. Or at least, that was what he had expected.
Now, standing, yet again, a term very loosely applied here, outside the entrance, he felt nervously calm, chaotically organized. An ether of uncertainly enveloped his feeling of security. He knew that this place is his, that he had come back. The rational side of his brain made him admit it. Yet, he couldn’t ignore what he saw. The other side of his brain made him see through his logic.
Everything in his place was different, not completely but yet significantly. His belongings, his carefully created pieces were still there. Though, almost everyone of them was now, as they say, “handicap-accessible”.
His point of universe, in his opinion, had been disturbed. He wasn’t sure whether it was for better or for worse.
So, he just let it be.