Home

I have gone home for spring break, and though it is good to be here, sometimes it feels odd to be home. First off, it is not quite the same as I remember it, and I am also looking at it from a slightly different perspective. But I think the weirdest thing is knowing that things have been happening while I was not here to see them. Suddenly there are new restaurants and repaved roads. Dad got a new car and the towels in the bathroom are new. Even though it feels good to be here, these little things make me feel like sort of a stranger. But then I see the little things that make it so familiar. No place like home I guess.