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Coming back to Pullman (shcool and home for the next 3 years), pulling down trhe hill and looking around the corner of the trees until I see the clock tower.. then I know I'm home and everything will be ok for the next little while.
Pulling into my parents driveway at home and looking at the house we built (and no, I don't mean we hired someone to build, but we built it with our own hands), watching my dog Charlie realize it's me and come running, my parents see the car and come outside to see who is there.. that's home and that means everything is ok.
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