But. I am praying it all it works out and someone else will fall in love with MEhouse and be happy here. There is no reason left for me to be here. I have to move to move on. And I am homesick for my city too. My lentils, my csa, my theater, my yoga studio, my oldJewishpeople gym. My Elmwood strip nutjobs. If I have a hometown, Buffalo is it. In this place, where everyone has some wall decal about love and laughter, I have been given nothing but bullshit and tears. I want to go home. Where 'kiss my ass' is the city motto. Where everyone is foulmouthed and in a hurry and more kind than polite. West Seneca and North Tonowanda can both go straight to hell. Sheeple.
