Ode to the little city out west

So today I was thinking. Alot. alot about that little city out west that i'll be returning to in precisely a month. now i really don't have too many words about heading back, because really i'm not too sure how i feel about it all. By all means I'm glad to be getting out of this little village im in now, because i'm ALWAYS more than happy to leave this place. Don't get me wrong, I do love see my parents all the time and spending the quality time that I get to with them, but that's basically the only reason I come back.If it weren't for them, then i would have no problem never ever coming back. But back to this little city. It's a place where you just have to learn to love that there won't be anything to do there. learn to love the fact that throwing those illegal snowballs out your window will be your thursday,friday,and saturday night. Love that your only food options aren't very great unless you're willing to drive off to that "HUGE" city 30 minutes away. I guess I do really like my little city because 8 1/2 months out of the year, some of my very best friends live there with me. The best friends that you'll have around for the rest of your life. where we have nothing to do, yet we have some of the best times. and to this I say,and realize that ok, i am ready to head back to that little city, to play my all time favorite game of "ok seriously, what the heck are we going to do now"