Airport Run

I just got back from picking up my sister Kara at the airport in Regina. She was in B.C. for 10 days. I was happy that I got to drive my parent's car. However, since we last discussed my car, the tyre was repaired and then we found out that the battery was dead as a door nail and needed to be replaced completely. My car is now once again in commission and I was able to drive it around for the first time in a very long while. I am quite happy to be reunited with my car and for those who love to drive like I do (you know who you are), you may understand my feeling of happiness.
This may sound strange, but is there a phobia for fears of wide open spaces? I think I may have an aversion to significant amount of open spaces after spending 6 months in a country that does not have much open space. There is almost a feeling of security or a marginal amount of safety in the closed in feeling and i must admit a part of me misses that. At the same time, it is just nice to have my house with it's huge back garden and more than 2 feet of space between my neighbour's houses on either side of us. Just something for me to ponder. My dad asked me again when I thought I would be going back. Although he wants me to completely finish my degree before i go back over, i think he is starting to realise that might just not happen. Yet another idea for me to ponder.
It is well after midnight and I think i need some sleep. Have a great one everybody!