A place called home...

As usual I left some things for last minute,
I had to deliver to my University some papers that confirmed my graduation and stuff.
I started calling my high school in like jan, maybe?
I don't know. And they said I had to call later in the year.
I didn't called back.
Untill tuesday this week.

I received a mail from my University that I had to deliver those papers before sept. 29th;
TUESDAY NEXT WEEK.
And before I did that, I had to go to so many places and do some stuff to 'validate' them.
I thought I wouldn't have the time to do so.

But this isn't about the things I had to do (which I got to do on time :D; and I'm delivering them to my school tomorrow)
this is about the feelings I got when I finally got to school.
As I was driving in the direction that lead to my school,
I was thinking of my usual bus ride;
I had to wake up too early, and got to school by 6:15 (And classes didn't start 'till 7:30)
I got to wait in class for half an hour, for people to start comming. (:

When I finally got to my high school, today...
I almost cried at the gate, but I kept a hold on myself.
Then I met the principal, who said she loved me and that she had been talking about me in class, :DDD
that made me feel special.
I said goodbye to her,
and kept on my way to administration, in the sister's house.
I walked in and so many memories came to mind.
All the movies we watched there,
and on the Noche Alegre, we spent some time outside, 
and had dinner there.


I got my papers, and on my way out I went to the cafeteria
and bought some pizza (I LOVE THAT PIZZA, it's like the best microwave pizza ever)
which brought me so many memories,
I met some girls with thier uniforms
which actually broke my armor,
and then I cried.


I left, but my heart will forever stay in that place.
I know it will never be the same as it was when I was studing there,
but it I would give anything to have it all again,
to do it all again.


I will never be the same person I was when I was there,
I will never feel at home in any other place.
I might never love a group of people as much as I loved my classmates and teachers.


I miss my home.