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last night i cried about Boston/Cambridge/Lesley/Josie. because i miss her. because if there's anything missing for me in Prescott, it's living with her. because i don't think her and i are done living together yet. because sometimes, i still feel guilty for leaving her. for leaving everyone. i didn't know how many people i affected until i left and came back, and i had to experience that leaving and returning bit to feel that.
walking through Lesley, i knew that i didn't picture myself there anymore. Lesley, to me, is a place that a lot of people outgrow, and if that is the case for me too, then i outgrew it. there seems to be a point where people feel like they stop growing there, and they are faced with the choice of leaving or staying. i left. and if i stayed there i'd feel like there was something missing, too. i felt a glimpse of that when i was there. all of this is an extraordinary exercise in seeing how i am the same and different from place to place, and one in seeing what i need wherever i go, wherever i am.
walking through Lesley, i knew that i didn't picture myself there anymore. Lesley, to me, is a place that a lot of people outgrow, and if that is the case for me too, then i outgrew it. there seems to be a point where people feel like they stop growing there, and they are faced with the choice of leaving or staying. i left. and if i stayed there i'd feel like there was something missing, too. i felt a glimpse of that when i was there. all of this is an extraordinary exercise in seeing how i am the same and different from place to place, and one in seeing what i need wherever i go, wherever i am.