...on the cab, leaving Manhattan.
A kind of tugging.
And intense sadness.
I was so sad to leave the city. I didn't even know I could become attatched to it so quickly (everyone grows tired of the city noise, the bustle, the crazies, the smog, the car dodging...) but as I sat there and watched the skyscrapers grow smaller in the cab window, I felt almost homesick already. It was so, so bizarre.
Of course I knew I was happy to visit home, and I am. I love everyone here, they are wonderful. But as for simple location, even when I'm lonely, I love my city, and school.