Something I realized today when my friend and I went to the library: I really, really miss Westerly.

I like Boston; don't get me wrong. But I lived in Westerly for fifteen years. I know this town; it's a part of me. I love the public library and Wilcox Park and walking by the Pawcatuck River and the beaches.

I don't like Warwick. It's too closed-in; there's no room to breathe. Yet things are still too spread-out to get anywhere by walking.

I suppose I'm still a suburban girl at heart.