The same day I chose not to care about, I was genuinely going to miss attending. It was crazy. I, the person who mocked homecoming candidates at their desire for a cheesy crown and a superficial title, was now wrapped up in this monsoon of anticipation and trepidation. It was bizarre. I had changed, and so quickly.
Homecoming is a big deal.
Whether you believe it or not, whether you like it or not, it's true. But you see, the trick is to stand in the middle and look both ways. And that's what I had to do. I put that one foot in my house and saw how easy it is to love something when you are loved for being a part of it. I saw how great it was to be known, to be a familiar face, to be a recognized name.