You can't go home again, and it sometimes even seems like visiting is hard. Though I moved away eight years ago, I always felt as if nothing had changed. Going back today for the first time in 4.5 years, I had high hopes of seeing people. Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed those I got to see, but after an hour or two, I found myself driving back to Boca.

It was probably due to a mixture of most people going to college away from home, or the fact that I couldn't remember where most people lived. But it was definitely an experience I could've gone without.

But, on the brightside, I got matching track suits with Andy and Mark.