I thought that leaving my small town would be easy.
I would first: Get away.
Second: Forget everything.
Third: Never look back.
This is first: ignorant.
It has taken me hours, days, weeks, months, years to figure out that a person that hates their past can't love their present, or create their future. So this is me. This is my inspiration. This is my small town heart seeking the big town feel. Join me as I try to perfect the art of living in the now while still holding on to the magic that is dreaming about the far off. After all, nothing is ever very far off. Just over the hill, or right under the rug. The big is never very different from the small. The mountains never very different from the valleys. The small town girl is never very different from the big town girl. And that is the point.