Back home..
Back home on spring break and I am able to see familiar faces. These faces just aren't the same faces I remember. People change. It is interesting to think about the times we had growing up. I can still remember just not having a care in the world. Riding the bus home from school to only get off one stop before mine to hang out with the friends I cared about..hey jd..remember those days..i am sure you do. haha. Good times. Soo..coming home I wanted sushi really really bad. They were closed on saturday..it made me sad. Hopefully they are open tomorrow so I can indulge myself in a spicy ahi roll. My mouth waters just thinking about it. Kona is so quiet at night but it is home. The people I love are here, and if home is where the heart is, then my home is where they are.