miss you

I thought that not feeling anything other than a desire for freedom and carving out my own place in this world was all that I would need. I reveled in the fact that I needed no one but my freedom and that everyday was an adventure full of mystery and no attachment. I was conmpletely free of emotional attachment. Yet I'm home for the night from college, I fly to Michigan in the morning to spend a week with my wonderful sister and brother-in-law relaxing and doing the things that sisters do to corrupt one another but something else is tugging at me. There's a small town that someone once told me "If you blink you'll miss" that holds something dear to me. Its not blinking that is making me miss Iva though...