It isn’t home anymore.
It’s where I was born
It’s where I was raised
But it’s not where my heart is.
Truthfully my heart is a mess.
There’s bits and pieces of it spread about.
I knew before I came here I would love this city
But what I didn’t expect was to love this entire state.
It’s overwhelmingly beautiful.
Yet I still miss this little middle of nowhere town that I spent a year in, where my parents reside.
I miss the lame little flat town that my sister lives in with her silly little goats.
I miss the golden fields that tell me I’m nearing the exit to see my baby niece.
And I know one day I’ll see them again.
And hopefully they won’t be too busy.
And hopefully I won’t be too old.
And hopefully it will be a feeling that we won’t let go of.