There are hills,
There are trees,
Everywhere
It's a never-ending forest
And it's beautiful.
Colorful row houses
Spring up among them
Stacked on the slopes,
Like a hillside in Italy
Defying gravity

That little pizza shop
is still there
The crust is thick and soft
with the perfect crunch
-- just on the bottom.
The Italian restaurant
Still serves perfect wedding soup
And fantastic spaghetti
And hasn't changed a bit.

The buildings in the city
so tall, so beautiful,
so much bigger
than anything I'm
used to
keep me feeling small,
keep me looking up at the heavens

I can see all the bridges
All the stadiums
All the rivers
From the top of a hill

I look around and think
"I'm finally home."