I lived in the city.

In the middle of the city.

There's this hill.

It's quiet.

It has the most perfect view.

There's a bench.

And you bring your own beer in a brown paper bag.

And you can watch the sun set to magnificent colours to your left.

And the city lights twinkle straight ahead.

There's people walking their dogs.

And I could just walk there.

Climb the hill.

And sit.

And feel an enourmous sense of not only belonging... but ownership.

Today we leave. I wonder if that sense of ownership will too?