heading home for a few days, and while it’s for a sad reason, i’m excited to spend some time with my friends and family. i really miss them, and hate that i’ve been coming home to say goodbye to some of them a little too often lately.
there’s something about being home that makes me feel comforted and happy. driving the streets i know like the back of my hand, every intersection and landmark a memory. laughing with friends and family who have known me since forever. sleeping in my old bed. reverting back to being a child in my parents’ house. causing mischief and wreaking havoc with my brother. haunting all my old haunts. touring my old stomping grounds.
there really is no place like home.