Stick-Around Town

I am from the town of rolling hills and slow-moving fog. Where Wednesday morning silence is broken by footsteps on the track, and Friday Night Lights echo through the streets.

I am from the town of straight A's and pristine college applications. Where Saturday night drives whip long hair out of car windows, and Sunday morning brunches clear bleary eyes.

I am from the town where success is expected but not always realized. Where people go far to break away, but somehow always manage to come right back. Where everyone is counting down the days until graduation, move-out day, move-back-in day. Where being home means long days followed by uneventful nights.

I am from the town of stick-around's and waiting-to-go's. From exteriors of "making it" and interiors of "faking it."

I am from the stick-around town with rolling hills and slow-moving fog.