Greene.

I press my head against the cold window as the long ride carries on. Kelly Clarkson is blasting in my ears as I stare at the dull scenery passing me by. The ground freshly covered with white snow still shows the tips of the green grass underneath, hoping for spring to come a lot sooner than planned. A big green sign catches my eye, and after 3 hours, its reads "WELCOME TO GREENE" I am home.

It's a crazy thing, coming home from college. To the naked eye nothing has changed but emotionally everything is different.

As I pass my old high school that held so many of my memories I realize that I am nothing but a memory to GCS, and the Greene community in a whole. I immediately start to get flash backs about the football games (we never won.. but honestly, it was the best social experience around), Dances with your best friends, talent shows where a strange boy wrote a love letter to a beautiful Leah Rochelle, a stage that doesn't only hold dust but my heart, and a PT Cruiser that belonged to a very rotund gay man always dressed in the finest flamingo button up.

When I reach my street I see the big white house with the black shutters I call home. With eagerness I press my foot on the gas pedal and pull into the driveway. Without even thinking twice I bolt out of my car and into to arms of the prettiest girl in the world, Miss Claire Therese, and a feeling of comfort over comes my body; home is where the heart is.

As the greetings start to quiet from my large family, I venture up to my room where Kelly Clarkson once took over every inch of my walls. There is my bed, there is my TV, there is my dresser, but something didn't feel right. I quickly through my clothes on the floor, and then I felt better.

Dinner came next and the amazing smell of my mom’s cooking filled my senses. NO COLLEGE FOOD FOR THIS KID! It was good to sit down with the family again and talk about our days. I missed Evans laugh and Mom's whit. I missed Dad's bad jokes and Claire’s smile. I even missed Seamus, the dumbest dog in the universe.

Night time crept in and my bed started to call my name. As I lay down I gaze out my window at the stop light as I watch the cars drive by. Slowly I start to doze off; reminiscing about the amazing feeling this house gives me.

I realized that no matter how long you are away, how far you may go, or how often you call, the one thing that never changes is family. Being home is the best feeling in the world, and as finally fall to sleep, a smile comes a crossed my face; Home is where the heart is.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
djm.