Being Home

Its so funny how coming home can change your attitude on life. I don't mean coming home, like from Ireland to the United States. I mean coming home to SMC. It may be the most boring place in the world but it is home. I am like that I am finally starting to appreciate this as home. When I was driving down the street passing a horse and buggy, smelling the honey suckle and looking at all the fields I realized I was happy here. Its where I spent my childhood, its where some of my best friends are but more importantly its where I grew up.

I'm happy I did this all in such a rural place. Sure at times I wished I grew up in a city, but I think there are so many benefits to growing up in good ole st. marys. I was never scared in my neighborhood, we can go boating whenever we want, we get fresh corn once a week. There are so many benefits. I'm happy I can appreciate this now, because when I went to school I was very much in the "Screw hickville" mentality. I love the city I really do and obviously that's where I am moving after school, but its nice to be able to come back to this backwards place. even if it only is for two weeks.

It makes me sad that eventually all my friends will move away, my parents even plan to move after my sister graduates, and there's a chance I could never come here again. I hope when I get older I'll remember this and come back like once every ten years or something.

Home

Back home

Where the memories all have gathered up

And slowly turned to gold

And I carry them along with me wherever I may go

And I feel fine

So fine

In knowing that this road I'm wandering on

From time to time

It always leads me home

Back home

I also like that I can listen to country music :-D