I miss my family.
I miss my friends. Highschool friends. Best friends. Newks friends.
I miss walking the halls of Vestavia Hills High School.
I miss barely doing my work, and coming out with a 4.0.
I miss actually having relationships with my teachers.
I miss the embrace of my father, a man I will cherish forever. He has done so much for me this past year.
I miss having food cooked for me, clothes washed for me, and bills that didn’t have my name on them.
I miss driving. It was a type of therapy for me to drive around those sweet Vestavia hills blasting my music.
I miss my relationship with my mom.
I miss my brother, a lot.
I miss my wonderful rock and neighbor, Ms. Emily. She is the reason I had somewhat of a normal child and I’ll forever be grateful for her.
I miss working all the time and getting paychecks every other week.
I miss skipping first period senior year, so I could sleep in or get Panera.
I miss Young Life. I may not be the best Christian I should (and can) be but it helped me so much my last two years of high school.
I miss being engulfed in the friday night lights with my friends.
I miss the naivety of being a high schooler. College opens your eyes to so many more things, no matter how mature you thought you were before.
I miss having time to do absolutely nothing but watch 11 hours straight of One Tree Hill.
I miss having a curfew, and someone to answer to at home.
I miss homemade meals. My amateur homemade meals don’t compare to my parents.
I miss awesome Birmingham gems like Urban Standard and the Railroad Park.
I miss being in the place that shaped who I am.
I miss being a kid.
I miss home.