A very interesting thing happens when you move. you start to realize how you felt about people or things from your past that you wouldn't have realized otherwise, or would have taken much longer to discover. i miss going to the pizza place, Papa Vs, and ordering without a menu. I miss being around campus and knowing a million people. I miss Mansfield when it snows and sitting in Manser to avoid the weather. And being with my fraternity family.
And the strangest thing is that I've realized i miss people I never thought I'd miss. People that in reality I barely knew, but enjoyed seeing them anyway. I miss my friends back home and I miss seeing people I've come to consider a second family. I miss my older brother so badly. Even after all that happened in that tiny town, all the bullshit and drama and pain. It's home to me, or at least the first place I consider home.
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