I left what I've called home for the past 30 some odd years of my life to a place I barely know, yet when I landed, it felt like I never left. You're far much colder than what I'm used to and even though I do like my temperatures warm, for you, I will handle whatever you have in store for me.
I found myself lost in you today. I took a what I thought was the right direction but eventually figured out that I strayed. I didn't panic though. Walking through your chilly neighborhoods filled with beautiful brownstones and fall leaves laden sidewalk, you're far different than what I'm used to but there was a sense of calm and ease and I slowly tried to find my direction once again.
I don't mind getting lost within you as when I do, I find little bits of myself that were lost ages ago. I adore that I'm able to take from you what I lost. Not that it was forced, more so like a gift to me. I needed that.
In 36hrs, I will have completed what I originally set out to do and say goodbye once more to a place I call home that may no longer be appealing but still, it's home. I have nothing there and everything there...the only thing that connects you two.
I think kindly of you. When I need another breath of fresh air, I'll come once again, and you won't hold it against me.
