Home is Where the Heart Is

I didn’t realize how much I missed my hometown until I got back here.

I didn’t realize that I missed the comfort of hitting that stoplight right before my house. I didn’t realize that I missed walking into the basement that was loaded up with my brother’s favorite cologne. I missed the local Fritz Frozen Custard stand and donut shop. Most of all, I sure missed my mom’s cooking.

Being home is incredible. My mom spoils me with home cooked meals every night. I just got my wisdom teeth removed and she’s babying me. I forgot how much I missed my mom and my family.

I forgot how good it felt to sleep in my own bed.

Being down in Busch Stadium today made me remember how lucky I am to live in STL and truly be HOME.