Dorothy was Right…
There really is no place like home.
At the beginning of my senior year all I wanted was to get away from this place. This place I call home. I was ready for a change, something new, new people, and a new start as my very own person. And I love it, I really do. There is just a good feeling knowing that right now I am on my own, doing my own thing, being successful, and getting to know myself as a human being. But when I drive back through Snellville and Grayson, down highway 84, Pinehurst Road, and highway 78, memories flood through my brain, and I can put myself in situations that I had growing up in these small towns and for a moment, just be there. All the feelings, smells, people, songs, and sights just linger in my mind, and sometimes I miss it, even if I did want to get out of here. Home is home. No matter what. And I am so thankful I have a place to call home, I am so thankful I have THIS place to call home. I love it more than anything, even if I was ready for something new. It’s just comfortable here.
So since I am home, I better see you crazies. Love you =)
XXOO
