Wrong home

People said home is a place where you find peace.
I'm home right now.
I'm back to my parents' house after years leaving them.
This is supposed to be full of happiness and excitement.
This is supposed to be a home for me.

But I'm feeling different.
I'm feeling uneasy.
I'm feeling so lame.
I'm so shallow.

I feel much better back at my lodging house.
Maybe I don't feel this place as my home anymore.
Not to mention the heat, the tradition, the people.
I don't like the heat.
I don't like the complex tradition.
I don't like the people with loud voices and strong language.

It's just not me at all.
It's not me.
It's not my home.
I'm at the wrong home.