My home, the home I grew apart from and the town that I ran away from, has all of a sudden taken on new meaning for me. Maybe it's nostalgia finally kicking in, but it's felt so good to come home, to drive on Clint Moore Road in my parent's jeep, to picnic at Patch Reef Park, and to walk around Town Center Mall aimlessly.
Even the muggy air's got me all warm and fuzzy inside.
It's nice.
