It had been two hours on the plane. An hour for every year I’ve missed, I suppose. I was nervous, anxious, happy, sad, and hungry all at the same time. Which way is home? It’s been so long. I see a familiar face. It’s my best friend’s mother. She went over the plan again, as if I was so anxious I forgot. We’ve been planning this day for months, this was it. My best friend has no idea I am here, and I wanted to keep it that way till I got to see the surprised look on her face.
After an hour long ride in her mother’s car I run into Lindsey’s bedroom and shut the door. Lindsey’s car pulls up and she runs out to greet her mother. “Lindsey, I have a surprise for you! I decorated your room while you were at your Dad’s house, go check it out.” Without hesitation, she runs toward her room. I heard footsteps. The door opened and she stood there, shocked, and ran at me screaming my name. She couldn’t believe her eyes. I couldn’t believe mine either. I have only dreampt about this very moment every day since I got torn 800 miles away. Fighting back tears I hug her tight. We decide to take a walk down memory lane.
Walking down my old block I see old faces new ones, slight memories, and then I stop. Still the same two story, white-bricked palace I have planted in my heart. Home. Where my heart was, is, and always will be. I couldn’t stay any longer, it was time to move on. Even though we’ve changed, everything’s the same. The next few days were spend laughing, reminiscing on good times, swam five hours straight, acted like a fool in Target, ate Wendy’s all week, laughed until we cried, watched crappy horror movies and pretended to scream at the “scary” scenes. Oh what I would give to make this last forever. It’s hard to cram two years of missed time into ten days, but I think I did a good job trying.
Over all, Baton Rouge, Louisiana was a blast. I came back with a ton of new memories, pictures, a few funny videos, a sun burn, and a new outlook on life. No matter how much you try and repeat the past, you can’t. You can get pretty close to the line of reality and past but you can’t go back and draw it again. I used to regret moving but the trip made me realize I don’t. Moving made our friendships stronger and the memories more memorable, like they should have been to begin with. Taking things for granted is a thing in my past. I live every moment to the fullest.
Two years ago I left home with anger and depression. This Summer I left with good memories and happiness. I’m not sad I had to leave, I’m happy it happened. Baton Rouge means the World to me and it will always be in my heart as long as I live. I’m not sure how it happened, or why, but I am so glad I got to live there and experience the best years of my life. One day, I will go back. Meanwhile, I am finally content with where I am at. I once was lost, but now I am found.
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