Nothing can ever compare to coming home.
There is just something about being in the area you grew up, with the people you shared the most important years of your life-childhood. There is something that brings back youthfulness and a childlike excitement when I come to Colorado.
Everything around me is just comfortable...it's a feeling that I can't get anywhere besides my hometown.
I know the streets.
I know the buildings.
The best places to eat.
I know the people.
I can't even go into the supermarket without seeing someone I know from when I was growing up.
I guess you never realise what you had until it's gone. I've missed the small town atmosphere. I've missed seeing land and cattle and horses at every corner.
I'm so happy to be back. I can't even think about going back to school right now, because Colorado brings me bliss. I don't know how to really explain it. It's so relaxing, fun, and comforting all at the same time.
Plus, I've missed my dad. As I mentioned, I'm a bit of a daddy's girl. I like how close we have become over the years. We're a lot a like-which is both a blessing and a curse. We're going skiing tomorrow, which is always fun. He skis faster then I do and at times I guess I should be a little embarrassed by that.
I've also missed all the people I grew up with. When we're reunited, it's like I never left. It's all the same. We go back to having the time of our lives. Remising with them is something I could do for hours and hours and never tire. There were so many fun, rough, and crazy stories that shaped each of us-stories that entagled our lives and made our friendships stronger. I will never lose the close bond I have with the people I grew up with. We share something so powerful, I know it can never break. It's the ties of childhood-the experiences of growing up.
Oh gosh, it's good to be home.