the sweet feeling of home..

growing up is hard and i not only don't want to do it..i don't like it..it's scary being a grown up and i juss have no desire to be one..

but as many things in life, you can't control it..you hafta grow up..you hafta quit being a kid and find your way by establishing yourself and doing that job thing..

i've opened the door to this grown up world but i have yet to walk through..

this weekend, i stepped back..closed that door and fell back into the world i call home..the world with my family who i love oh so much..

this world also contains some of my oldest friends..the ones i cling onto dearly and cherish because without them, i wouldn't be who i am..they are the ones i know i can always go back to and relive the days..the ones that ensure me "some things don't change because they are always meant to be the same"..

it was such a good and nice feeling to be back home..