Why is it that a visit to the place you grew up is so refreshing? You sleep in your little twin bed in your old room (which if it is like mine is still covered in posters and photo collages you made in high school). You hang out with your old friends (who I've known my entire life). You visit all your old favorite places, the deli with the best cheese fries, the little restaurant with out doors seating that used to be an ice cream shop, and the town video store complete with the crazy video store guy who has worked there as long as I can remember. There's a pleasing sense of comfort in the routine of the past. It reminds you of less complicated times when summer was for planning the next place you were going swimming. Home sweet home.
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Oh this sounds exactly like my home-town visits! And I'm going home in a few weeks. Yay!
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