"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to." ~John Ed Pearce
I have returned, though it surely doesn't feel like I was gone, but alas home nonetheless. Relatively unscathed and profoundly happy. There may even be speak of rainbows and puppies and no talk of why I had to go through four cities just to get here. Nope. No hate towards Southworst.
Nor how I'm on the verge of become an awful weepy mess because I want to put everyone from the weekend in my pocket. Just...well...smiley for now because I done made Lisa, Elisa and Jory proud and I aim to please.
Which is funny - that I aim to please - givne I almost became homeless and that on day negative one, my roommate already kinda wants to punch me in the baby making parts.
Rainbows, people. Rainbows.