Country road, take me home. To the place I belong…
… Which could quite possibly be back in New York City. Turn around, Eli.
Sure I miss my Chihuahua, Rory Esteban. And the thought of my own mattress, shower, and Jeep Liberty seem heavenly. But pulling into quiet Springfield Missouri after being in the most glamerous, lively, and historical places in this nation just seems a bit depressing. Yes, it is the place I was born and raised. Yes, it holds all of my memories, most of the people I love, and the life that has made me who I am. But isn’t the whole point of growing up to form you into someone who could be something much bigger than you ever dreamed?
After walking down the noisy, dirty, beautiful streets of huge cities full of life and oppertunity, I have realized I was born for the fast paced life outside of midwest walls. I have never been so ready for college and the fresh breath of freedom that will bring. Up until this trip I always viewed myself as a “homebody”. A girl that loved to be at her roots where it’s safe and comfortable. But now I can’t wait to “spread my wings” (how more cliche could I possibly get?”) and get out of “Misery”.
I’m sure one day I’ll sing a different tune and long for the boring town I’ve lived in for the past 17 years. But until then, home is definitely where my heart is…
And I’m pretty sure I left that back at time square.
