Home, let me go home.

My Dad is here for the weekend. Having him here is so refreshing. I want to take him to all the places I love, and let him reminisce around the campus he once called home. But at the same time, all I want is for him to steal me away back to Washington; for him to take me home. For him to call me downstairs to listen to a new song he's found, for him to come into my room at two in the morning to ask if I want to eat a bowl of cereal with him, for him to ask me to come play guitar with him, for us to sit and talk about the musical genius of Brian Wilson and Adam Durtiz, for him to come into my room and rub my back as we talk about life as we know it and the future to come, for him to sing me James Taylor as I fall asleep, or for him to ask me to watch a movie with him, where I would then proceed to crawl onto his bed and let him put his arm around me, making feel like a child again.

As much as I love attending school here, everyday I wish to be home in the place I love with the people I love even more. And these homesick tears streaming down my face only make me realize that I will never fully get over my homesickness. No matter how long I am gone, I will still have the most tender spot in my heart for my home and my family.

Thank you, Dad, thank you for coming to visit and making me re-realize this.

Thank you, Dad, for giving me some of the best memories growing up.

Thank you, Dad, for always believing in me and supporting me.

Thank you, Dad, for being my best friend.

I love you with all my heart.

That is all for this evening.

May you have the sweetest of dreams.


* Home - Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros