Three Days

Three days until flat lands, open spaces, fresh air.  Three days until I hear more cows mooing than horns honking.  Three days until I have to make a conscious effort to put on shoes and lock the door when I leave the house.  Three days until I run into old neighbors at the grocery store and they ask me what life is like "in the big city." Three days until I get to be "the girl who lives in the city."  Three days until I get to sit at kitchen tables with people I love as we drink warmed up coffee and eat peanut butter on toast.  Three days until I get to go where I came from. Three days until home.
 



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