There's no place like home

It's family and old friends... cheerwine and North Carolina barbecue... little two lane roads that you can race down with no traffic... fields of corn and pastures of cows... homemade ice cream churned the old fashioned way... muggy summer days spent at the park or out on the lake... lightning bugs and opossums on the back porch... it's sweet tea, cookouts and a lazier pace of life... it's Friday nights with nothing to do and a run down mall with nothing to buy... it's my old bedroom still sporting my crappy paint job, my grandmother's piano that I play pitifully, dad fixing waffles for breakfast and mom buying me yet another pair of shoes and joking around with my little (but now bigger than me) brother... it's a few summer days spent at HOME.
I'm storing my ruby red slippers in the back of my closet because I know that there will come a day (maybe years from now) when I'm finally going to be able to slip them on, click my heels three times and thankfully go home to stay.