Nothing quite reminds you of your childhood like watching the fireworks on the fourth of July. This was my first fourth of July stateside in numerous years. While I didn't have a voice (courtesy of my epic Couch Surfing weekend in Toronto), I still went to the local Muckdogs baseball game with my brother and some friends. The game was nice and all, but it was when my brother leaned over to tell me a joke that only we would get, seeing as it was from firework-watching when we were young, that my heart just melted.
I'm so proud to be from this country. I'm so happy to have grown up in the city I did. I'm scared and excited and ready for the next step in my life...but, thankfully, Monday reminded me that home will always be ready and waiting for my return. There's nothing you could tell me is more important than little moments like that.
Peace and Love.
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