home. Yesterday, I had my Wizard of Oz shoes on, only they didn't have the magical powers of transporting me home to Kentucky with a click, click, click of the heels. (Actually, they are Liza's Miu Miu flats from Milan, but whateves. Dorothy would totally rock them.)
Ahh, Kentucky. Rolling hills, smiling neighbors, no one's a stranger, horses. Damnit, I take those horses for granted. It is so green there--it's beautiful. The closest resemblance of home I have in New York is Central Park, and man, that really just doesn't cut it most of the time.
I miss driving, and old friends and chain restaurants and $6 movie tickets, and yes, even the 'burbs. And have you ever tried beer cheese? Or Graeter's ice cream? Or a Kentucky Hot Brown? Yummm. I usually gain a few lbs. when I'm home, but it's always worth it. There really is no place like home.
Tell me: Where are you from? Do you ever miss home, too?