I’m craving home. Craving that green grass in front of my house in the summer. That green grass that I’ve run through hundreds of times. Laid in under the sun and under the stars. Flopped in after a long day of work. The way it looks at sunset against my blue house. 

Craving that swinging screen door with the rip in it. That swinging door that always squeaks when I open it after a late night. That feeling of knowing air conditioning is only a swing away. Knowing that my family is waiting on the other side.

Craving that room of mine. That room that holds so many memories. The safety it always promises. The orange walls that have been painted every color of the rainbow. The bed that I can always find rest in. Always escape to. 

Craving familiar roads. Familiar highways. Roads that I’ve traveled my whole life. Full of people and full of feelings from my past. Roads I reflect on. Roads that always take me home.

Maybe it’s all these finals, and all of this studying that has me feeling so sentimental about it. It just sounds so peaceful right now. And it’s where I want to be.