Hometown

Cause my hometown - it was just so small. You could've thrown a rock and heard it echo in the conversations of third degree acquaintances; you could've blown the wind and felt it rustle the scripts on someone's instagram caption. It felt like a mirror maze, with the rumours  people had heard about you reflected in every surface, and memories staining like fingerprints on glass everywhere you looked. And above all that - I felt that the universe inside me was so much bigger than those streets, those terrace houses, or those flickering traffic lights. There was a soul within me that could've grown to infinite proportions and become a whole other person - and all I needed to do was leave. So that's what I did. I left all the comforts of my past constructs. I left and I saw the humongous world and I found parts of myself I didn't know existed, found parts of the world I didn't know existed. It's magnificent, magic, monstrous and more than anything, it was mine. I was shapeless - free to become whoever I wanted to be.The best part of all that is that I'm still me! Except get this - I'm no longer defined by zip codes or numbered addresses. I'm no longer just a neighbourhood statistic or a district vote. My hometown is a part of me, but I grew bigger than its boundaries. I became my own person. -AMD

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