And that's what our hometowns are for. They're the places we can't wait to leave and can't wait to go back home to.
In November 2011, I came across an old middle school journal. In it, I detailed the actions of the peers that made fun of me for knitting in class and lugging around giant poetry books. There were also entires describing my plan for escape: get out of Mine Hill, NJ and never look back.
It's funny, because when the time came for me to actually leave, I had trouble holding onto those bad memories.
This blog is dedicated to sharing those made-me-want-to-leave and made-me-want-to-stay stories.
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