your voice is smoking.
last day of august and this is the last night at home. i have been thinking a lot today about the last time i left home and honestly i always get a little sad. i liken the feelings to a form of stockholm syndrome. a sort of, 'ive been here so long ive grown attached to it and now ill miss it.' its bad and pathetic i know. when i look back now at this summer though i really did have an alright time and while to most that may not sound like an awesome compliment to my home, but for those who know me you know this is a step up from my usual wording of home. as i look around at the changes i have caused this summer i think about the nights with my brother, the meals we had as a family, the early morning rush for work, the everyday routine. it isnt one particular thing about this place, rather it is just being in it. despite all of this i am anxious to leave. my experience has been and i will always be, that the night before the travel is always the longest and i really cant wait for this one to end. this year is the beginning of many great events of my life and the continuation of those that have been going so well. i am ready to start it all up again and keep moving.
tim.
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