I miss Jackson and the trees outside my window. I remember hearing the children playing outside and the birds in the morning. I miss being dirty...all the time, never changing out of clothes that I could ride my bike or tumble through grass while wearing. I miss my friends. I can hear the music in my head and see the roads in my mind. I remember driving and singing and smiling because I'd quite simply, never been happier. These are all my favorite things.
Maybe someday I'll get over it. Or maybe it'll always just be home.
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