I’ve been home for the second time in two weeks and just like the previous time I found it, my home, more than welcoming. It is quite weird as I usually got bored there with nothing to do but watch TV all day and maybe go out with an old friend. Anyway, these past few weeks I felt quite a bond between me and that place. I guess living in a big city most of the time finally made me want a more peaceful place and where else could I find it but home. That was the place of my peaceful high school years but of course I didn’t know then that they were peaceful, actually they seemed quite restless back then but that does not matter anymore today. What I am trying to say is that I enjoyed it and my present days changed my opinion on that small town where nothing seems to happen. I really think that if you know how to get around it helps you grow up more like an individual rather than a member of a crowd on a busy big-city street.