Home

So I went "home" this past weekend to surprise my wonderful friend for her birthday! I got to work on some new friendships and rekindle some old. Every time I go down I usually have a great time and run out of room in my schedule to see everyone that I want to see, but it seems like the more I go, the less I feel what I used to feel when I visited before. Home is becoming less about where I grew up and more about where the people I love are. Home is so scattered for me now. There are about 5 different towns I could move to today and feel just as "at home" as I did this weekend. There is an emptiness anywhere because it will NEVER be the same as it once was. I think everyone goes through this at some point in their lives, even if they never "leave home". Its a sickening feeling sometimes, growing up, longing for simple things, missing those familiar faces and feelings. Nonetheless, I suppose I'll always go back. Its still home.

And this is what I'm hearing:

"I feel more like a stranger each time I come home. " >>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqlsVypKIu8