Flights

So, I broke down (and broke my little bank) to get tickets to go back to my college town for Alumni weekend with my fraternity.

I know that when I left, I told everyone "I'm not coming back." I'm an idiot. Here I am going back on my own word.

I think it was a bit obvious though that I was lying. It's not that I miss the town or the college. More so that I miss the people and the memories. There are a million bars like Woody's, Dukum Inn, Too Tall's, etc. all across the world. There are millions of running paths like Boundary Road, Cemetery, or Thousand Hills. There are millions of campuses like Truman and KCOM. However, none of these places have these exact people at that exact time in conjunction with me.

God, how hard it is to go back.
God, how much going back is so needed.
God, how I missed these people.
God, how I really don't care right now how weak I sound.

Maybe it's true, I finally am growing up.