Don't know when i'll be back again,
Ohh babe I hate to go
Points to you if you sang the song.
Anyways I finally came home for the first time in 2 months for spring break.
And it was glorious.
I always get a little nostalgic when I travel home because I realize how much has happened in between the time that I've seen them last and now.
Its sometimes a lot.
But I love coming home to my family.
I love getting off the train at DIA and coming up the escalator and seeing their smiling faces waiting at the railing.
Usually mom waves first, comes around the railing and hugs me first.
And then dad comes and gives me a big bear hug.
And the siblings follow.
And for those few moments, the world is absolutely perfect because i'm officially home.
The entire day is wonderful and stressful because I have to pack and make sure everything is done before I leave.
There is nothing I hate more than having to deal with school when i'm home.
And wonderful because i'm home at last.
Now if you havent figured it out yet, I love to be home.
Because I have a great family.
Which is absolutely massive.
You should see us when you get us all together.
Its intense. Seriously.
Happy Spring Break everyone!!
Get some sleep!
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