Home


When I go home, it's the little things that change. The freeway passing through has three lanes instead of two. A few stores have closed and others have opened in their place. Around the corner from my mom's house, the coffee shop had a facelift.

But, the big things stay the same.

On a little hike up to "seven falls" I remembered how much I love going home. Even though I feel a little different, home does not. The pools of water were just as refreshing as when I was a kid.