In a few days now, I'll be going home. Home...that's a nice word to have, a nice feeling to look forward to, something I thought I had lost some time ago. But now, It really does feel like I'll be going home. I miss my family and the piece of land I was born in. There really is just something almost magical about the place. No matter what I've been through the past months alone out here, I have always found my strength & faith restored and sometimes bits and peices of myself I thought I had lost, whenever I'm there. There's this sense of peace I can only closely relate to having found your nice spot on the couch for a lazy afternoon snooze. All my closest and oldest friends are there too (save for a handful others), friends who have seen me grow up, people who know how I've changed (If I've changed), seen my best and worst, friends who know of the things I dreamed of then though most of these things still remains as dreams to me as of this day. These are the people who, "...know my own personal song, and hopefully will sing them back to me when I've forgotten the lines". I miss them, my family and friends. I know I don't often get to tell the people that matter to me that they do... but they do, they really do...matter to me. Someday, I plan to make it up to them. Maybe someday, when this boy really grows up, I can do just that.

All I can hope for is that they'll be glad coz' I've finally come home.


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