Last Day of November
The smell of air is different, the first thing I noticed when stepping out of the car onto the house I'm going to live in for a few years. I couldn't ask for a better situation yet somehow I feel empty knowing that I'll be away from my parents for a while, But this is for me so I'll manage. Every now and then I'll remember one of my many memories of home, from running up and down the municipal stage as a child to having a wonderful Pre-Christmas night with my family on the same platform. Somehow this place brings so much memories; both good and bad, How you may ask? well this place is where i got one of my many scars. Not like emotional scars more like physical ones and its actually a funny story but that is for another day, today we talk about what MY home really is like. To put it simply, My hometown is dangerous. Crime was rampart in my neighborhood and not petty crimes although that's pretty prevalent too, crimes such as Drug centered and Domest...