What you call home.
This, is Kingwood, TX.
This is what you've called home for almost more than 24 years.
These have been the same friends you've considered family for all these years.
These have been your parents who have always taken care of you, when they should of sent you packing years ago.
These have been the jobs you've held, all in the worst field ever, because you were too scared to leave to head to school.
These have been the bands you've been in, all which you've thought were going to get you somewhere in a town that no one has ever gotten out of.
This has been your life.
These have been the ends of cigarettes, the bottom of beers, the last of liquor bottles that you've consumed, just to end your day, to wake up and regret ever being here.
This has been your lack of motivation. Your fear of ever accomplishing anything, for fear of failure, and yes, even success.
This is what you've called home and, for some reason, you made peace here.
This is the trip you took, these are the sights you saw and the people you spoke to.
That is the person you have always looked up to the most, telling you that you've amounted to nothing. The look of remorse in her eye as she tells you that you could of been better, something more.
This is the feeling that you've been dreading to realize. The feeling that finally got shoved into your face and showed you for who you really are. The glimpse in the mirror of someone you don't even recognize anymore.
And this is the goodbye.
Goodbye to your family, who's always, and still will, support you.
Goodbye to your friends, who've always had your back, no matter the circumstance or the distance.
Goodbye to your loves, who've turned you into a better person, one failed relationship at a time.
Goodbye to yourself, the person you've grown accustomed to, the person that's been holding you back and been too scared to let you proceed with your life.
Ultimately, this is hello. Hello to the future, hello to the new things ahead of you and hello to opportunity.
And hello to yourself. Nice to finally meet you.
This is what you've called home for almost more than 24 years.
These have been the same friends you've considered family for all these years.
These have been your parents who have always taken care of you, when they should of sent you packing years ago.
These have been the jobs you've held, all in the worst field ever, because you were too scared to leave to head to school.
These have been the bands you've been in, all which you've thought were going to get you somewhere in a town that no one has ever gotten out of.
This has been your life.
These have been the ends of cigarettes, the bottom of beers, the last of liquor bottles that you've consumed, just to end your day, to wake up and regret ever being here.
This has been your lack of motivation. Your fear of ever accomplishing anything, for fear of failure, and yes, even success.
This is what you've called home and, for some reason, you made peace here.
This is the trip you took, these are the sights you saw and the people you spoke to.
That is the person you have always looked up to the most, telling you that you've amounted to nothing. The look of remorse in her eye as she tells you that you could of been better, something more.
This is the feeling that you've been dreading to realize. The feeling that finally got shoved into your face and showed you for who you really are. The glimpse in the mirror of someone you don't even recognize anymore.
And this is the goodbye.
Goodbye to your family, who's always, and still will, support you.
Goodbye to your friends, who've always had your back, no matter the circumstance or the distance.
Goodbye to your loves, who've turned you into a better person, one failed relationship at a time.
Goodbye to yourself, the person you've grown accustomed to, the person that's been holding you back and been too scared to let you proceed with your life.
Ultimately, this is hello. Hello to the future, hello to the new things ahead of you and hello to opportunity.
And hello to yourself. Nice to finally meet you.