There are still days that I miss my old town. It's when an occasional siren sounds near work or I hear a train chugging by that I wish I could still fall asleep to that sound. I miss all the extra time I had. I miss a lot of things about that town. Now that I look back, I realize that it really wasn't that bad there. I had a good life and it was my home for a number of years. Being away doesn't really feel like I'm actually away for good. It just feels like a very long vacation and, to be totally frank, I want that vacation to end.
Oh, how I miss Anderson.
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