Tomorrow I head back to Big City.
Away from family,
the comfort of "home"
Back to crazy drivers,
a job I love,
stores close enough to walk to,
and sadly, most of all,
3 hours away from the emotional, slap happy 8 year old Rachael,
who's had me wrapped around her finger since the day she was born.
Sometimes, just every once in awhile,
I wish my parents' countryside home
was closer to Big City.