Dreamer

I lived in this town my whole life, and most of the time that's fine by me. But in late fall when the sky fills with birds migrating south for the winter, traveling thousands of miles, I get homesick for places I've never been. Places like New York, Rome, and London. Nothing ever happens in this small community and sometimes I just wish for excitement. There are no drastic changes or unexpected surprises here. All the normal stuff happens kids rebel, relationships end but eventually, everyone marries their high school sweetheart and settles down. Very rarely does someone decide to leave but even when that happens it's not surprising.
I doubt I will ever leave this town. I have no reason to leave but it doesn't stop me from wishing something, anything would happen.
My family calls me a dreamer. I think it's the most accurate description. I don't have the courage to be an adventurer or the confidence to be a rebel. No, I sit at home and dream of other things, other places that I'll never go.