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11-24-11

Home. It's the taste of turkey sandwiches made by my grandmother on the drive back to Texas from thanksgiving break in Tennessee. 

Home. 

It's you right by my side. 

Home.

It's the memories that will break our fall. 

Home. 

It's dreaming with my best friend. 

Home. 

It's the sound of Christmas music and the house being crisp and cool on that magical morning. 

Home. 

It's the feel of the steering wheel while driving to Magnolia. 

Home.

It's knowing I've got two built in best friends, and they're the best. 

Home. 

It's the smell of my grandmothers perfume as I envelop her saying hello and I've missed you, and the feel of my grandfathers grip as he hugs me tight.