The ride back to your home is always great. The anticipation of seeing your old room, sleeping in your old bed, and reminiscing. I love the food of my mom's, the smile of my dad's, the laugh of my brother, and the tears of my grandma. Coming home is always great. It never disappoints you.
No one knows I left. No one knows I'm here. I kind of like it this way, the idea of quietly come and go.
PS- I got the internship with the Red Raider Club. Starts Monday. I'm excited.

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