For the past 24 hours I’ve been very nostalgic for my little hometown where I grew up. I’ve been avoiding MSN because I’m too lazy to type, but last night I actually went on to chat and talked to a couple of old friends that I hadn’t talked to in a long time. And then I started looking at pictures of everyone together (sans me) and then… I missed home. I miss not being able to go anywhere without running into someone you know. It’s inevitable. You can’t leave your house without seeing someone. I miss driving that 7 minute little strip between Timmins and South Porcupine. I miss walking…