be still, my heart
I love my state, love my little corner of it and the people who live there. But sometimes I feel the distinct and hard pull to move north, to the land of my father's childhood. (Sometimes I feel like I should have grown up on a New England farm, surrounded by cows, rather than in a Pennsylvania ruburb, surrounded by academics. And by "sometimes" I mean "really all of the time".)
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