the town that built me

“How do you leave?” they ask. “How can you possibly just pack up and start over?” For so long I’ve struggled to find the words, to find an explanation that will not simply fall upon deaf, misunderstanding ears. I mean, how can you even begin to explain something that you’re not entirely sure of yourself?Read more

41° 29′ N 80° 12′ W

I’ve shared before about my hometown, and how (metaphorically) scratching my number off the population sign changed my perspective of life in an itty-bitty farm town. It has been 1,190 days since I packed my entire life into the back of my dad’s pickup truck and took off for those big city lights. It took me overRead more