You have to leave to come home.

Perhaps it’s immaturity or impatience that makes us want to get away. The sleepy town where we grew up is too small for our lofty ambitions, there’s nothing to do, and there’s no one new to meet. So we leave. It’s a retirement town, a dead end road. I’ve heard it over and over, and … Continue reading You have to leave to come home.

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