Fourteen months away and here I am. I’m back in my hometown, staying at my parents’ house. I haven’t lived here in over two years, which isn’t very long, but it is long enough for it to feel very strange to be back. Sometimes it feels as if I’ve never left this place, as if it was all a dream.
So much has changed within me, but everything here seems basically the same. The time would have gone by regardless, but I did so much more with it than I ever would have by staying here.
So, now that I’m here, the big question is, should I stay or should I go? Continue reading