feels like home to me...





the children let out today, wild and crazy, screaming to get home, leaving lockers full of books, clothing and other random tidbits of personality. i have three more days of work until summer officially, unequivocally begins. ask me if i want to go to oxford for a month. remind me that it will be a month of friends and relaxation. force me to cling to some kind of motivation... because, really, i'm not in the mood. all i want to do tonight is go home, to drive the 11 hours (yes, i'll start now), to come around the curve and see my town, to pull into the driveway and see my family, to listen to the band at leonardo's, to play with my friends (wherever we may go), to lounge around the barnes and troll for easy conversation. these are the things for which the heart tolls, not the pale, vapid pull of oxford, with its cookie-cutter sorority houses and its floppy-but-manicured-haired fraternity boys. please, god, give me a town with a pulse. a city where the bars don't close at midnight on saturday, with people who have loved me since the day i was born, with a storm or two (and maybe even some flying monkeys) thrown in for kicks.