I'm living in this city, but I don't belong here.  I don't know where I belong.  The few places I've lived in recent years have all been temporary, nowhere that I could really call home.  People come into my life and I kick them out.  Love hugs me then pushes me away.  I miss the snow and the crisp fall air of the East coast.  I miss my buddy (what an awful term for our relationship status) in the Great Lakes area.  And I miss the cold north, the place where I spent my summers but never had the chance to survive a winter.  This is only the beginning.  I have so much more to say, I just need time.