“You are such a nerd!” my friend texted me as I pulled up to Northwest Peak High. “Oh leave me alone! I just wanna see what they’ve done with the place,” I responded. Northwest Peak High was where I had spent four of the best years of my life. Though I was ten, nearing eleven years graduated, I was preparing to move in with my husband and wanted to give the place that gave me so much one last farewell. Upon entering, my hands began shaking as I considered the fact that they might mistake me for an intruder. However, I ascended the stairs to be greeted by my old principal, Mrs. White. “Grayson!” she said warmly as she embraced me. “It’s been so long, what begins you back?” I showed her my ring and told her that I wanted to see this place one last time before I moved away with my husband. “Well, you have free roam. Enjoy everything, my dear,” she said, hugging me again. After wishing me safe travels and the best of luck, I ventured around what used to be a second home for me. I hadn’t expected much change, but I thought there would be a little. The school, however, remained completely unchanged, but I cannot say that I minded. I passed each classroom, remembering all the tests and projects I had completed, as well as the teachers that believed in me when I had no one else who would. I saw the lunch room, where I would sit with my friends, talking about whatever it was on our teenage minds (though it tended to be boys). If only I could tell my teenage self that I got married, I thought. As I prepared to leave, I saw through a window the students all at their lockers, preparing to go home for the day. I thought to myself how fortunate they were that they’d get to come back here another day. Suddenly, a notification caused my phone to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and unlocked it to see my husband texting me. “I know you’ll miss it,” the message read, “but I’ll make sure that you feel safe enough in our new house that you won’t need a second home.” I smiled, wondering what I could’ve done to deserve such a loving husband. As I headed back to my car, I turned to face Northwest Peak High. I took in the sight of it, unsure if I would ever get the chance to do so again. “Thank you,” I muttered silently, “for everything.”