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It's hit me like a freight train today. God, I miss my old life in my old town. I miss the town.
How did I ever get so obsessed with a place that it hurts inside to think about it?
It seems so hard to find beauty here on a daily basis. I could drive out to the mountains or the ocean, but that's hours away. But back "home," there was beauty just walking to work.
I miss the campus. I miss the great record stores, book stores, coffee shops, beer stores. I miss the U art museum, the river. Everything. All my favorite places.
God, I'm sad. Somebody call a waaa-mbulance.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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