Home away from home

It's weekends like this past one that I needed my home away from home. Just me and my guys hanging in their apartment doing random shit that appeals to us at that very moment. I don't know what it was about that place that made me feel a million miles away from everything else. Because it wasn't, in fact, too far from where I live and all the problems I try to escape. Maybe it was the charm of walking through the ghetto, that their college was nestled in the middle of, to go to the corner store to buy forty's that we could get for under five bucks. We never really did anything crazy or amazingly fun, but honestly, those were probably some of the best times I've had. Three out of the four graduated this past semester, two went back home which is not exactly driving distance, one moved back home as well which is only a town over and the other is finishing his last semester. And soon, if everything goes according to plan we will all be in different cities this fall. It's depressing when a group of friends have to part their ways but that's life. Friends come and go and for me, no matter how long they were here for, I always carry a piece of them with me.