Sometimes I wonder if I’ve really ever left this place. Nothing ever changes.

Two a.m. on a Wednesday seems so normal anymore.

It’s taken thousands of miles back and forth to realize how great the sun can feel on your skin and how cold the night can be when you’re alone. It’s taken years of sunrises to realize how great it feels to just be alive. It’s taken a few less years to realize that every moment I’ve spent with friends in a car or at a park, or at a house have been taken for granted. Those years spent alone have never hit me quite as hard as the last 250 miles alone. And the last 48 hours have never felt so full. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. I would never come back to stay for more than a week though.