Ohio Was Awesome

I soaked it up like a sponge, my vowels getting longer with every minute of conversation, my city stress melting away when I realized, after driving IN A CAR to TARGET that not ONE PERSON had honked their horn, and that, if we so wanted, we could drive anywhere we wanted, be the master of our own Saturday afternoon destiny, rather than slaves to the subway system.

I left sated. Full on beer and Dewey's Pizza and free-standing, big-box retailers. Filled by old friendships and genteel midwestern attitudes. Completely satisfied with my weekend.

I fell asleep at 10,000 feet, Bright Eyes' Cassadaga providing the soundtrack for my semi-lucid, booze-soaked plane dreams.

Everyone must belong somewhere
I know that now that's why I'm staying here

The city spread out beneath me, and I was home.