Going back. To where I cam from. To the sunshine, the earthquakes, the crime and coffee shops. To the huge streets, shopping malls, good music systems in stores, palm trees. To old friends, relatives, sales, long straight streets, quiet cars.
It's my old town. But not really. It never felt just right.
I don't know. I don't really belong - not there, nor here.
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