I get the sudden sinking feeling of a man about to fly

I packed my suitcase and came back to earth, hard as it was.

 

Maybe it seems silly to love a town full of old furniture and people who don't go hiking or eat healthy at all. People who still use the Post Office all the time, and the parking lot of the Video Rental store is full on a Thursday night. But I never feel as loved and happy and comforted as when I am there.

 

 I guess it is good to be back home now. I gave my Starbucks boss notice, and I'm starting my new job on the 18th. One of my Colorado friends is moving here. I'm going to push hard to get back into shape. Snow is falling. Thanksgiving is right around the corner.

 

I think I'm actually looking forward to the future now? What new mystery is this?