You're My Home
Sometimes I am surprised just how relieved I am when I get off the plane at Logan or see the skyline appear over the Pike on the Fung-Wah.
It amazes me sometimes just how much I love this city; how I physically miss it when I am gone.
If ever there were a way to adopt a hometown, I'd pick Boston in a heartbeat.
It seems that my soul lets out a sigh of relief when I step back into city limits ...