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Making This City My Own, Finally
I’ve only lived here eight-plus years
I let someone dictate what I did. Not because they were controlling, but because I thought I couldn’t have fun without them. If they didn’t want to go somewhere, I didn’t either. Sometimes I’d make up an excuse to get out of something rather than allude to my dependency.
After I lived in this city for a few months is when I got into that relationship. That went on for seven years.
(I now realize how unhealthy that behavior was.)
In the city of liveliness
For several years I’ve lived where entertainment thrives. This city never runs dry of things to do. Heck, your bucket list would never end.
While I don’t care much for the overindulgence part — like partying from sunup to sundown — there are activities I’ve done (and would love to experience again) and ones I haven’t even touched.
I considered moving from here more than once. The thought of living in a city I barely know, despite the years spent, was convincing motivation. It felt embarrassing, really. To tell people I’m local but barely scratched the surface on places explored.
My mom, on the other hand, is convinced she’s meant to be here.
