After almost 3 years, the homesick finally hit me. I’ve been crying off and on for the past 6 hours because I was looking at my mom’s old photos of my dad on Facebook to post for Father’s Day but kept scrolling throw pics that included my old house and all my memories. I MISS THAT HOUSE SO MUCH IM CRYING WRITING THIS WHY DID I WANT TO MOVE WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY I DIDNT NEED THIS I MISS MY HOME I MISS THE FOOD THE MALL THE CHURCH EVERYTHING I MISS DRIVING TO SCHOOL WITH MY UNCLE GUESSING THE AMOUNT OF BUNNIES UNDER A CERTAIN TREE AND GOING TO EL POLLO LOCO AFTER CHURCH GETTING THE 6 PIECE CHICKEN WITH FLOUR TORTILLAS AND BLACK BEANS THEY DONT EVEN HAVE BLACK BEANS ANYMORE AND I MISS MY CLASSMATES I MISS EVERYTHING AND IM PRETTY SURE MY OLD HOUSE GOT TURNED INTO A SMOKE SHOP I WANT TO GO BACK I WANT TO GO BACK