A breath of fresh air

Today brought back the old "I love Milledgeville" feeling. I remembered what I loved so much about this place. It has been a while since I've felt adoration for my home of three and a half years, but today's crisp air and blue skies were enough to kindle adoration for anything. I was walking away from Porter Hall with a sense of great freedom. I had just completed my classes for the day and could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Whether or not I work on anything over the next two days is completely up to me. I haven't been able to say that in a few weeks. The city was already semi-deserted, and there has always been something magical in the abandoned streets of this ever-crowded college town. I can't really explain it, but I love Milledgeville more at those rare times than at any other time. I'm feeling artsy this weekend, so I will probably jump into some scrapbooking. I should probably start getting dinner together. Homemade chicken pot pie suits my mood perfectly.