So my best childhood girl sent me this song awhile back, and it just sets the perfect picture of growing up for me. I embrace memories, because they remind us of the times in our lives when things were either happier or so sad we’re grateful those times have passed. And the word home has many meanings, it doesn’t have to be an actual house, maybe it’s just that place we feel safest, even if it’s tucked neatly into the folds of fond memories. I love my girls, they always take me home again. Cheers.