Happy is what happens

Sometimes I have trouble breathing.  So giddy with joy am I.  I've never been so excited to go anywhere.  I can't wait to feel cobblestone under my feet.  I can't wait to hear the click clack of cars driving over metal plates on the road.  I can't wait for screen-less windows and shutters... for Thanksgiving at the beach.  Everything I wanted.  September can't come soon enough.  I'm a changed person going back this time.  And I intend to make the most of it.  Good luck dragging me home again.  I'm well aware of where I belong.