They say in ramblings abroad that home is where the people that you love are. Some say home is where your mom lives. Or there is that ever popular "home is where your heart is." I think that may even be a song. The town I have grown up in has never been "home" to me. It may be that I have never felt that I belong here or it may be that this town lacks a community I can relate to. I've lived here for most of my short life. About 17 years I'd say. I've lived, worked, and loved in this town. The band I poured my youth into played open mics and shows around this town from one end to the other. I've had jobs full spectrum all over the town. My immediate family and even some cousins, aunts, and uncles live here in this town. Pretty much all of the girls that I've dated lived here at one time or another. So that said I can't say that the life I've lived here has been a bad one, but in past couple of years I've been feeling cramped inside the city limits. I want to feel the open road again as it was when I was younger. I need to brush off the dust of this sleepy town and go out into the world to find what I've been looking for, what has haunted my dreams. As the wise have said "A life not lived is a life not risked."
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