"Cause I am barely breathing, and I can't find the air"

So, right now I am on a train on my way back to my city. I had a lot of fun this weekend, but I'm glad to go back. Every time I leave, I feel like I am forgetting something when I'm really not. I guess I just don't feel the same without the taxi horns and ambulances lulling me to sleep at night, the bright lights of Times Square, and the peace and serenity of Madison Square Park. I can't wait to get back. I see the lights already, and they are beautiful. Anyways, my goal is to just get home, get settled, and go to sleep because I'm not really feeling that well. I hope I didn't catch Mom's cold! Au revoir, loves.