You ever been driving down the road and you get a sad but anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach after leaving a place? It’s the feeling I got the day I left home and every time I think of home. The crazy part is I don’t want to go back home, visiting works just fine for me. It’s just the feeling I get when I think of the land I shared with family, the morning air, my old dirt road that should’ve  been paved like yesterday, the random family gathering that lasted until the am, and my crazy friends haha the ones you take a secret oath with that last forever. The saying Home Is Where The Heart Is well I’d say that’s pretty accurate because no matter how far I go, I’ll never call another place home.