A day before the men's basketball team hits the Final Four court, I'll finally be heading back to East Lansing. It seems like I've been gone for eons, and the excitement is almost overwhelming. I had to take a walk just an hour ago to release some of it.
It's a strange realization, but East Lansing is my home. It's where my girlfriend and all of my friends are. It's where I know the best restaurants and bars and the quickest routes to work. It is all so familiar and so comforting. I know I won't want to leave.
D.C. has its upsides: it's fast-paced and exciting, there is so much going on, the city has a beating pulse you can feel every time you ride the Metro or grab a morning cup of coffee in a crowded cafe on your way to work.
But sometimes you want to get away from all of that. I haven't found that place yet in D.C. In East Lansing, those places surround you: The banks of the Red Cedar River, the Peanut Barrel patio on a lazy weekend afternoon, the balcony on a cool, fall night.
I can't wait for the honking horns and screeching subway trains to be replaced by cheering college students and cheesy Al Green sing-along songs at the bar. I can't wait to tell the same old jokes and reminisce about the same old stories.
I can't wait to be home.
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