Stranger

There was a weird feeling when I swept my eyes to the surroundings. My brain pulled out two different results:

1. It's home.
2. Is it?

I know this place. I know the road, the trees, the sidewalk and all, all of these are the images I kept myself picturing for the past ten months but I don't know why this place feels kinda strange to me. The funny thing is, all those changes and improvement they made don't feel strange at all.

Is it because I was gone for too long? Or because it's not the surroundings, but because I become a stranger? Which one?