It's been seven months since I've left Anderson behind. There are still things I miss. One of the them is Scatterfield.
After going without my car today and struggling to write all day, it was all I could to not speed down the streets this evening when I finally had a chance to drive again. As soon as I was back in the seat with my music playing and my dog sitting next to me, I felt at home again.
By the time I got home, I broke down in tears because of my longing for good old Scatterfield and the escape it once provided me.
Hears to you, my old inspiration.
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