When I left for college, I 1 my hometown goodbye! I told everyone, "I will 2 come back here!" I secretly felt that moving back home meant that I'd failed. That I became 3.
I loved city life in NYC. I adored the museums, nightlife, and endless 4 for food and fun. I walked on the streets 5 I was part of them.
Living in the city did provide me with many opportunities. But as I got 6 to my 30s, I started to hate living in the city. I hated the traffic. I hated going out, 7 crowds to get a table or even get a drink. I began wanting a bit more 8, something the city could no longer give me.
I started to dream about moving back home. And I did it. I left my good job and the endless 9.
Every day I wake up to birds singing. No traffic sounds, car alarms, or people 10 on the streets. The air here is clean and smells good. My favorite thing to do is watch the sunset from my porch.
Since I've been home my life has been 11. I realized that home is a place that 12 me. A place to dream and imagine. Because before, in the city, I felt like I had to compete with everyone to 13. Many times, forgetting what I was 'fighting' for, I was 14 in competition. I lost touch with the other parts of myself, never 15 realizing that the quiet country life provided that to me.
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