Dear Home,
There's not much I would change about the years that you had me wrapped up within your border. Maybe I could've been a cheerleader earlier, maybe I could've spent more time with my friends and less with that boy who said he loved me, I'm not entirely sure, but there's not much that can be changed now. Since I fell into your school system at the age of six, I didn't particularly like you. You were tiny, uninviting, and just plain boring. The twelve years that followed my first day didn't change my opinion all that much. You were still the same tiny town that I started first grade in, the same uninviting classrooms where everyone knew everyone, the same boring streets that were filled with the same boring traditions.
As I got older, things got slightly more entertaining, but you were still the same town. I gained some of my best friends, fell in love a couple times, did some things that I definitely shouldn't have been doing, along with a handful more events that I took part in throughout my childhood. However, I still didn't like being trapped in your 5.56 square miles that all looked the same.
I will admit that high school was mainly a blast. There weren't many times that I disliked my high school experience, but I choose to give that credit to the people I surrounded myself with. Not the population of your streets, but the people I specifically chose to spend my time with, because they're probably the only thing I can give you credit for. The people that I gained when I joined your population will never outgrow me, they mean way too much. Without you, I wouldn't have met them, but I'm not going to say thank you.
I would not be the person I am today without you, but that's alright too. With or without you, I wouldn't be putting up with the things that you do. You accept the wrong-doings, pity, and aggression with arms wide open, which is why I know you won't mind this letter too much.
You don't really deserve a thank you, because while it's not your fault you got stuck with me, I still got stuck with you. I didn't want to be there and I never got used to the idea of being surrounded by you. I wanted to go a lot farther away than what I actually did, but at least I'm not a five-minute drive to the center of you anymore. My drive to gain a larger distance from is still in full affect, one of these days I'll get it all worked out.
Graduating from your district was close to one of the happiest days of my short life, because that meant I was that much closer to walking away from the memories that you trapped inside your rim. I say I hate you a lot, I'm sorry that it's true. I didn't want it to be like this, but you left me no choice when you strangled me into the cliches, narcissistic energies, and petty lifestyles that you raised.
Sincerely,
The Girl Who Wanted Out
