There’s no place like home.
Home is where the heart is.

Thats what they say and I’m starting to believe it’s true. In ways I hate how things have changed after being gone for a few months. But at the same time it’s quite refreshing to be around constant memories. Places and people that made you happy and remind you of where you’re from. Reminders of all the good times that were had. I’m home again.

Yet good things never last and I’m heading back to my new life in a couple hours. I find myself full of both dread and relief.