it's always weird coming back to the place you grew up because it's never the same as you remember it. the once familiar is now so unfamiliar, and wasn't my bedroom much bigger than this? a dresser full of sorority hoodies and cheerleading t-shirts that i once considered influential, has turned into fond memories of women i never talk to. most of them also married and with children.
kentucky is the opposite of new york city in the sincerest sort of way. i've realized the importance of balancing city life with a dose of country air and being in one makes me appreciate the other. of course in the end, nyc is home. i think that's how you know you've ended up in the right place. home is where you're happiest.