i meant it everytime

i would have given anything to relive that summer over and over again. five years ago i was sixteen, naive and carefee. five years later i have graduated high school and university, obtained a full-timeish job and wondered how that line from then lead to now. the line isn't so linear; it isn't straight or narrow. i wonder why i ever wanted to go back. i finally reached the age i so longed to be and can consider myself somewhat independent. then i look at these pictures. it isn't about where i was or who i wanted to be. it's about the tradition, our tradition, and how, no matter what, this is home.