The mean streets of Braintree, Massachusetts. I guess home means a lot to me, I just never think about it. It's me. I am who I am because of where I grew up and what went on while I lived there. I lived in a typical, boring neighborhood and throughout grade school I'd play in the street every night after school until dark. As I got older, I left the street and starting walking around town. As I got even older, I started driving around town and eventually, I left it. But before that parting I met my best friends. I found my favorite places to eat. Home was safety, home was comfort, home was everything I knew. But now that I'm in college, home to me isn't there, it isn't an everyday part of my life. Yet I miss it, and I visit it, only because of how much it influenced my character. Sometimes, I do feel alienated when I go back. Sometimes I feel like home doesn't accept me, maybe because I left it. Home, though, creates you. It doesn't embody you and it won't be an intergral part of your entire life, but make sure to give it credit.
-Bob McCarthy
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