America. A beautiful beautiful land full of freedoms and rights. A land full of people I adore. A land that is supposed to be my own, so why does it feel so foreign?
A country that is filled with my loved ones. friends and family and mentors. A land that used to fill me, so why do I feel so empty?
A state that knew me since my birth, forming my worldview and beliefs and culture. Ive since traveled the world and can adapt anywhere, so why can I not adapt here?
A town that I grew up in, where my roots grew and grew and grew. They have now been uprooted, so now what do I do?
A home that is no longer my home. My home is seas away, so why am I still here?