Home Sweet Home...

I used to say I was "doing time on Scenic Drive" (which is off of Rainbow Drive) because I couldn't wait to get out. Now that I'm leaving, I am very nostalgic and romanticizing the days when my sister used to fart on my head and my brother would body slam me on the couch, and my other brother and I would stay up late ("late" being 11 or 12) and watch Star Wars or Indiana Jones. They were good times, to a certain extent. Now, I don't think they're over, they've just changed to verbal, sarcastic cut-downs instead of physical ones. But I guess not a lot has changed since we still watch Star Wars and Indiana Jones alot when we're together. I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same...