Hi. I’m Logen.

I moved to North Carolina in August. Previous to now, I’ve lived in various regions of Texas, mostly West Texas.

I miss the sky. I miss the horizon. I miss being able to look out across fields and say, “Hey. Look. It’s raining like 15 miles over there. See it?”

I miss dirt storms.

There are so many trees here I just can’t see anything. I can pass some location I’m looking for several times simply because I can’t see it from the road. I miss turns all the time because signs are blocked. I can’t remember the last time I noticed the sun setting.

You know those signs along highways that tell you restaurants and gas stations at upcoming exits? I miss being able to physically see those things, instead of having to trek off through a couple miles of forest at exit number whatever in order to get some freaking gas.

It’s a bizarre sort of claustrophobia.

Someone told me the other day that people who grow up in places like New York City — places where people can’t see for long distances because of buildings or some other reason — get to the point where they’re just nearsighted.

I wish she hadn’t told me that.

I think about it more than I should.