When Sky Blue Gets Dark Enough to See the City Lights

I'm coming home for a good 2.5 days for Thanksgiving.
I miss the city. I love what I'm doing here but to me, cement > nature.

I miss Astra.

I miss my mother.

I miss this girl.

I miss this girl.

I miss my room.

I miss his belches.

I miss my neighbourhood.

I miss MT at Rosedale.