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February 13, 2008
"I was here visiting Tampa, you're going to Detroit for vacation?" the man beside me asks. "You moved back here from Tampa?" my coworker asked while I smoked with her outside under the arctic sun. I like the seasons, I reply. I got homesick, I'll elaborate upon further questioning. After getting the perspective I've acquired moving back though, those reasons make less and less sense to me. I realized getting over a place is similar to letting go of a flesh and blood relationship. I miss the palm trees, the sunny days and the downtown block parties. I miss Tampa.