You open yourself to me. I understand the naming conventions of your streets and know where your highways run. Sure, some of your highways are under construction, but no place is perfect. And you mark your detours well.
I try not to pine for you. To everything there is a season, and our seasons together included both joy and pain. My new home also has beauty, it also has wonderful people and places. And yet...you are special. You are home to my daughter and some of my dearest friends, and I will always love you.