i'll send you my smile in a letter

It's weird, coming home from college.

I don't feel quite at home in my dorm, nor do I feel completely like I belong in my house, in my hometown. There's this third location that's lingering in my mind -- I keep picturing myself alone, independent, walking the streets downtown, in St. Augustine, or in Paris. Some place that is artful and that inspires me, where I can buy fresh vegetables and take in the softest, bluest sky. Some place where I can stroll under lights. Some place where I can be endlessly inspired. Some place I can eventually share with you.