There's something about this place. Oh, sweet, sweet Austin. It feels so good to be back in your loving arms. Smack dab in the middle of the endless red ocean called Texas, surrounded on all sides by conservative wastelands, barren deserts, and stretches of interstates that reach out to borders and horizons that take a lifetime to reach no matter how fast you drive.
I feel different here. When I breathe in the air I feel in love again, smitten and giddy and the tiniest bit more complete. I'd almost completely forgotten that feeling and I wondered if it might ever find its way back into my heart.
It's as if I belong here—or as if some of me belongs here. As soon as I returned it was like a missing piece of the puzzle fell back into place. I never felt this way in my home town. I never felt this way in San Francisco, either. If I knew why I probably would have done something to change it all sooner—make those places more like this one or something. I don't know. I'm sure I would've tried something.
Now I'm not sure what to do. I don't want to move here. The place is right. But, the time isn't. Time, oh time, you roller coaster of a dimension—shifting your proportions and effects as you rocket to infinity in every direction imaginable, dancing across parallel and perpendicular universes.
So, until the time is right I guess I'm just visiting this place—just passing through with one eye on the time.
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