I left my heart back in Queen City

Writing - It's what I do when I can't make sense of my own world. I take my frustrations, my worries, my wonders, my adventures, my imagination to the paper. It all flows through my fingers to the keys on my typewriter. It's my heart. I left a very big part of who I am at home. The very thing I used when I didn't have any explanation, was left in a box, tucked away for Lord knows how long while I travel away to school. I miss my heart. I miss that big lug of keys. My typewriter.