It hits me in waves ... the nostalgia. The smell of the rain in the desert. The familiar roads and places. It fogs over me. And I'm in a different time, transported back to my youth. Remembering things I haven't thought of in years. Thinking of things I used to do, people I used to know, a person I once was. I miss those days, I wouldn't want them back. Things seemed so harder then, big deal out of nothing days, but there was something fun and wonderful about all of it, the recklessness, the craziness, the heartache, and excitement. Oh youth!
Time is going much quicker than I expected it would. I'll be glad to be home, but I'm having a great time here as well.