I miss Omaha so much. I really do, and this Bright Eyes album is only making it worse.

I keep a sort of collection of stream-of-consciousness thoughts in a file on my computer. I was sifting through them to see if there were any I might post on this. An odd proportion of those thoughts are about Omaha; they're all silly things like, "Omaha's the place where I should be," and "Where can I go? Omaha."

I don't know what draws me to Omaha. I've never lived there; my only connections are the fact that my aunt and uncle and my grandmother live there. I've spent a week in Omaha every summer since I was four (except this past summer...grr, work). Somehow, though, Omaha feels more like home than Arlington.

I'd like to go to college in Omaha, but there's no school there that's very tempting. If anybody out there goes to a nice Omaha university, please email me about it.

I miss my Omaha.