Dear hometown,
I have missed you. The charm of your streets and the familiarity of your landscape warms my heart. When I leave for a while, I'm always welcomed back with open arms.
I love that street corner where the bus picked me up for school. I remember the years of my mom watching me walk down the sidewalk to make sure I was safe. And she would always wave as the bus drove away.
I love that library where I discovered new worlds between the pages of countless books. All of the late return fines were worth the money.
I love that park where I would fly kites with my dad. I love going back and experiencing it as an adult. I remember falling off of those monkey bars and trying to climb backwards up the slide.
I even love the bad times I had with you because they shaped me into the person I am today. Without the hardship, I wouldn't have grown. I love that you let me grow with you.
I love the history that I have with you. I love that so many places in this town bring back treasured memories. I love that I can still come back and remember them.
I am sorry that I didn't appreciate you for so long. It took me leaving to realize what a good thing I had. I'm sorry that I complained about you. You were nothing but good to me and I had no idea. I was too self-involved to understand how lucky I was.
Hometown, thanks for always being my rock. No matter how far I go, no matter how long I'm gone, you always wait for me. You have your flaws, but I'm so fortunate to have spent so much time with you. I hope we spend more together in the future too.
Affectionately yours,





















