*Walking Down Her Streets*

It's so intriguing how we adapt to our surroundings, how we become accustomed to taking things for granted and I guess that we never know what we have until it is completely gone. But if you look out the window and see the city that I see, if you feel the cold winter wind that I feel and breathe the air I breathe, how could you not be happy in all that there is out there? This city is such a part of me and walking down her streets feels more familiar than the house that is supposedly my "home," being up here alone is more of a peace than being down there with all of them. And somehow in these last five months, the city has held me in her arms, it has watched over me and taught me to love, it has given me everything and I feel as if I have done nothing in return. For this is my home, more so than any other place I have to call a "home" and there is nothing more beautiful than the river in the winter, the lights at night and a room lit by candles and lying next to the person you love.