I love...

Isn't it nice to come home? There is something about it, the familiar, the memories, all the things you loved and hated and knew for so many years. I love coming home. I love the candy shop that has my favorite chocolate covered gummy bears and the friend that I have known since first grade. I love my room and the way it still feels like mine after all these years away. I love the trees that are still red and the leaves that cover the ground. I love it all.