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The parking deck at work is very small. It does have an elevator though, one that's glass all the way up. I've been parking my car on the fifth floor, so that I can look out over the city from that height.

I don't know why I have such a spot in my heart for this city. It's hard to say anything about why it is, why I love it so. It has many downsides, corruption and traffic and bad construction and ridiculousness. But there's something about it, nonetheless. I love to see what skyline there is. I love to drive into it from almost any direction. I love discovering a new path through it, by car or foot.

It is simply a confluence of many things that I love, besides that a place that I love on its own.

I dream of owning a house there one day. Something in that New Brunswick style that pervades the city.

This is what I think about, as I spiral down out of the parking deck. I twist and twist and twist and hope for the future.