The wonderful thing about living a car ride away from where you grew up is, you live a car ride way from where you grew up. You're always home. Old house, old room, old high school, old church. But where do you run to when your scenery is all to familiar and overwhelming? Or you need a place that reminds you of a better version of yourself? Maybe happier, skinnier, healthier, richer, luckier, lovelier, whatever is it. Not home. You already live in the middle of it.
Where do you run to when you want to remember carefree memories of college? Oh wait, college is a car ride away too. I have essentially eliminated all nostalgia from my life. None of my childhood places represent comfort or say "it's all gonna be alright."
I envy those of you who are a long way from home or still have one of those personally perfect places right now. You may long to come back and can't, but you still have the hope that if you truly ever need it, nostalgia awaits.
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