Nowhere.

"I'm closer to nowhere then I've ever been, and I've found out its more of a place then I've been too in a long time. " - Hank Green.

I am somewhere between nowhere and somewhere. 

Right on the brink of "ticket to anywhere"

(not to be confused with a "ticket to here or there")

For those of you who have never been to nowhere, I'll hold up a mirror.

Nowhere is always 72 degrees (unless its really cold outside)

Nowhere has a population of 3 (unless, of course, its 5)

Nowhere has almost comfortable furniture and no clouds in the sky

Nowhere never rains, although there is an excess of cats and dogs.

Nowhere has a coffee shop called "The Cough and Hop"

In Nowhere you park on parkways and drive on driveways.

In Nowhere every sleeve has a heart, and every heart is being worn.

In Nowhere the only thing that's thrown away is pride that's been torn.

Nowhere has a beard.

Nowhere is located somewhere between contemplative and Connecticut

(closer to contemplative)

Nowhere held a vote to change the name to Yeswhere, but only two people showed up.

When you reach the borders of Nowhere, you see a long road stretching out as far as the eye can see.

To your left, families are picking up loved ones at the airport.

And to your right? A first date, and a sky uninterrupted by buildings, airports, or trees.

Under your left foot is the softest grass that's just a little wet.

And under your right foot is fine sand...

There is a sign. A sign to let you know you're in Nowhere. 

The sign is in almost perfect condition, 

except for one very large noticeable crack down the center.

The crack runs through the lettering, almost making the sign unreadable.

Squinting, you see the modifications the crack has made and wonder if it was an accident 

or if it could have been made like this on purpose.

Standing on the border of nowhere, between airports and sky,

you see the sign to nowhere.

It reads "Now here."

And you start to walk.