Eye to the Telescope

I have a lovely view of the East Side from my computer at the library at Centaur High. I can see clear across Main Street, over the buildings that are falling apart and the people who are holding it together, the hospitals about to close down and the churches that already have. The projects, the construction, even part of the ugly building I'm currently in. All of it is covered with snow, so it doesn't look quite so bad.
I can't wait to get out of this city, but I almost feel guilty for admitting that. It needs me. Leaving it would be like visiting your ailing mother in a nursing home, then kissing her goodbye and never calling her again. I have my whole life ahead of me, and my poor ailing city has had its glory days a long, long time ago.
I know I'll probably end up moving back here at some point. Nobody ever leaves for good. My roots are here. I'm the kind of person who respects roots.