We walked down cobblestone and passed sweet Southern accents and as we walked down past the big bronze cat, I said "I really think I'm going to cry." And I took deep jarring happy breaths as we walked through those doors and the SMELL hit me-- popcorn/gym carpet/rubber/close winter warmth and chattering and the faint sound of brass blaring and I'M HOME?? FINALLY?? WHAT?!?!?!
Have I ever really left?
Did I ever really leave?