First thoughts

Lizza texted me this morning asking how things are and saying she is tempted to get in the car and come right now.

This is what I said: I really want to love it here. You know those people who pretend to love every thing? I'm not them. I'm not that girl. I want to love it or find merit, but when I drive out of my cute neighborhood and see Hardee's and a liquor store and a million cars -- I find myself making THIS face --