Dear Hometown,

It's not you, it's me. Also it's you. You were suffocating me.

I've lived with you for a long time now. When we met, I was in awe of everything you are. There are reasons tourists visit you.

However, there are also reasons these tourists don't stay forever.

After so many years with you, I've seen every side of what you are and the potential you possess. It is incredible, for sure, but it gets boring. Quickly.

You are a trap. There, I said it. You entice people with your attractions nearby and your living costs. And then you never let go. It is so hard to leave you.

I spent a long time wondering how I was going to get out of your clutches. I thought of the military, which is the easiest solution to those like me. However, that wasn't something I wanted. I had to find another way.

When I got accepted into a school that was even remotely far from you, I was overcome with joy. It was my light at the end of the tunnel. It was my way out.

I want you to know that leaving you was the best choice for me personally. I respect those who are still happy with you. I give good vibes for those who aren't but can't find their own way.

I'm not saying that I don't love you. You hold good memories, friends, and my home. Of course, I'll always come visit you.

It's always exciting to see you again for short periods of time. I know that I'm not stuck with you anymore and that's refreshing.

Don't forget me. I won't forget you.