Home. Nothing can feel the way a home does. I realize after being gone for so long how much my house means to me. Laying in my bed I begin to recognize those certain sounds. I remember the peace I feel sitting in my own space. The comfort of knowing the people I love are just on the other side of the house. The happiness I feel when my dog stays by my side anywhere and everywhere I go. The fact that my friends are all back home and that everything has seemed to go back to normal.
The life I had here seemed to happen so long ago, it's almost like a crazy flashback. Being back seeing those familiar faces that I grew up with is so welcoming. It seems like just yesterday my friends and I were ruling the city. Even though I may have changed, this place has stayed the same. It has stayed just the way I remember and just the way I like it.
Though some people may not appreciate this place the way I do, that's okay because they don't understand. I see the quirks as cute and the people as my neighbors. This is where my life started. This is where I grew and learned. This place has shaped me into who I am today. All of my memories are in this city. All of the times that I've laughed and cried. Everything I've ever known is here.
Even though I couldn't wait to get out of here after high school, it's surprising how much I miss it and sometimes wish I could relive these moments. My home will always be where my heart is. It may be in Wisconsin, but I'm okay with that and proud of it.
I love this place.
P.S. Today I ate a whole bag of cheese curds... it feels good to be back to normal:)
