I have never met nor been a "homecoming queen". It's a term I first came familiar with as a kid through a Playstation 2 humming on my floor of my living room playing Daydream Believer by The Monkees - when it was fashionable as a pre-pubescent girl to have one and when the term "singstar" was a badge worn like armour if the karaoke game of the same title was ever to knight you as one.
Beneath the glory, the sashes, the crowns, the golden curls and the bouquets of red roses, homecoming is a word I really identify with. Whilst most people I know have aspirations of leaving the suburb they were born in - this act of returning home is something of a ritual I've participated in since I was thirteen.
