Flying home for the first time in 800 days.
I haven't been home since all those tornados last year. I haven't seen grandparents since they've gotten since then well again. Haven't seen my little sister in almost four years. I'm a bad son.
I'm anxious and excited and just ready to set foot again on that red clay.
I'm coming home to you.
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