I was raised by a small, country town. It was a place where it seemed as though everyone knew everyone and everything. I loved that town, and I still do, but I always knew leaving it was my only option. Growing up, it seemed everyone who had never left was telling me to leave.
To each their own, but to me, I thought packing up and moving on meant I would finally be someone.
It took leaving to know, that I already was.