Coming Home

i don't know what it is exactly but there's a feeling when i get every time i go home. it's not just that safe, secure feeling. the feeling i get when i'm around family, that can happen anywhere. it's a feeling of being in this dumb little city that's filled with too many unemployed demotivated people and run down dollar stores and yet how i still love it. i love how every block in my neighbourhood has a story, an image, a deeper meaning. it's driving past the stoplights by my house and being able to predict to the second how long it will be or maybe it's the corner where it's the local pizza shop where i would hang out in elementary school. it's just an overflow of memories and feelings that invade my mind. i know i'm most likely never going to permanently live in my hometown again, but i know it will always be there and nothing ever changes that much. i love how nothing changes though. i love how students who now go to my high school still go to the pita place across the street for lunch. there's just so much that changes and moves in a big city and how nothing ever does in a small one. i love how it's practically mandatory to say hello to people walking on the street if you're sitting outside your house. i love how you probably now the people walking anyways, or at least their family. i love how it's a small city but its my city and no one will ever change the feeling i get when i'm there.