Vacations come and gone too late.

On my plane ride south I sat next to a man who told me that traveling and living somewhere else really forces you appreciate home. But the thing is that I already knew that. And I already appreciate home, perhaps much more than I ever let on.

Going home was important. It grounded me. It planted the seed that maybe it's time to start getting ready to go back to school. My mom says that I always liked being a big fish in the little sea, I guess that's what A2 is to me. A little sea. (it wasn't always that way though)

The sun through the leaves. That bright yellow maple outside my window. Maybe some of these lessons aren't my own, maybe they're meant to be for others.