Homecoming

Whoever said home is where the heart is was definitely right. Coming home for me is like a purging of all the things I have to do and places I have to be . . . . . its freedom all over again.

<<(In my living room in my house in Friendswood, Texas )

I noticed it today while driving on the streets of my small town of Friendswood, Texas. The town is small and there’s literally nothing to do here. It’s very southern, conservative and certainly not the most exciting place, but its a place I call home. I’ve lived a lot of places, but this is where my roots have been for the past ten years.

Today my best friend and I went to our old haunts–super target, the mall, Starbucks, etc. We had a ball doing all those things we did to relieve our boredom during long Texas summers. We always got tired of shopping and hanging out at Target and Walmart and driving around in search of entertainment but today we didn’t mind.

I guess our lives are so busy now in college that sometimes its a great feeling to just chill.Today we shopped for a dress for various semiformals I have to attend. It was like our usual routine but this time it had a purpose. So even when we weren’t really doing anything productive we still had a goal!

New Orleans is a great city, but going to Tulane definitely is not like living in a small southern town. It’s a big city, and full of adventures just waiting to happen between Bourbon street, the French Quarter and off campus night scenes. Here in Friendswood, you have to dig for it. Spending a day at the town mall is kind of exciting as it gets!

Homecoming–its the periodic trip back home to a boring place where you are more than happy to dig a little!