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Tonight I am seeing my surroundings in comparison with where I’d rather be. I’d rather be with him… though Ohio is still the Midwest, still much different than my native state, still cold and snowy and foreign, it would be better than being here alone. I don’t mind Valpo or Indiana, not the way other students seem to mind this town. I like the cornfields and the wide open spaces and the highways that feel like backroads and the chances to see the stars. I like the country attitude of many of the people here and the feeling of familiarity and safety. I like the unique specialty shops downtown. I like Ft. Wayne and Indy and I don’t have a hard time remembering great things from various parts of this state. But I like Texas even more. I love the dry heat of my home state, the down-home feeling of city and country life alike. I love the physical feel of the land, the trees, the dirt, the roads, the water. I miss my family and my dog and my best friend. I miss seeing neon Texas signs when I go to the bar and hearing my familiar accent. But right now, I’m seeing Ohio around me, or at least imagining that I am. I’m trying to see the hills, the slushy snow, the unfamiliar street layouts and buildings. If I were seeing the state I like least out of the ones I’ve visited, I would also be seeing the person I love most. The person that makes place insignificant to me, causes a gypsy personality to take me over, forces scenery and aesthetic pleasure from my mind because I’m only focused on one thing. I think I am a gypsy. Though I wouldn’t mind choosing my own favorite setting for my life, I can deal with any place as long as he’s with me. Maybe it’s cheesy, but it’s true. But tonight I’m in flat, stretching, small, colddddd Valpo—sighing and trying to sleep.

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