I've been thinking a lot about home.
For some reason, the Pacific Ave and Ben Holt intersection come to mind. I guess, to me, that's the center of town. I'd cross it every morning going to and from work. Every afternoon coming back from school. The bars are located around there, tower records, school, I used to skate around there....
So Pacific Ave and Ben Holt, five years or so removed from Sticktown, are visions of home.
Maybe because it's the area that changes the least. Sure, in the time since I've been gone Michael's relocated, Tower Records went bankrupt, Naughty Nicks turned into the Cameo Club....but aside from that, it's largely the same. And somehow, that makes me smile.
I've had thoughts about that area during the winter time (which is the primary time when I'm home). Wearing a sweater or a jacket (hey, I've been sweating it out during one of the hottest summers in Houston for a while now). Something is just so exciting about home.
Then again, I can only take being home for so long. It's cycle that happens every year. After a few weeks I get bored and can't wait to get home.
However, that doesn't mean I'm not looking forward to getting home, seeing the family, the dog, and seeing my friends. And lets not forget home cooked meals!
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