The only thing better than leaving is coming back home, and the only thing better than being back home is leaving again. Sleeping in cars or on the floor, waking up at 10am and skating till 2am, getting to know people better, and exploring a town beyond the superficial gist a day or two spent there will get you, all sum up this last week. I feel as if this time away from school to rest was spent taking a full years worth of courses in one week. My voice was left somewhere along I-65 as well as most of my money. Nothing is for free...
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