From the day I set foot in NC, I fought against it. I didn’t want to be here. I’m still really not all that sure that I want to be here. I’ve been slightly letting go of my resentment but not putting too much effort into the cause.
Then yesterday happened.
I had never seen so much pride or fearlessness to stand up for what they believe in. People here are different than where I’m from. Not to say that California doesn’t have it’s fair share of passionate citizens fighting for their voice to be heard, because trust, they do.
But here it’s different.
It’s a different kind of fight. Here they want to keep the traditions, the values and the interests that this nation was founded on. I had gotten so caught up in whatever everyone wants to see changed that I had forgotten about we already have. What I saw yesterday would have never happened where I’m from. The outrage and the love all rolled up into one day. I overlooked the strong sense of community, probably because I didn’t feel like I’d ever be accepted into it so I didn’t bother introducing myself. There are so many kind, loving, people here. They love this country, God, guns and their college sports teams.
North Carolina is slowly but surely growing on me. I already feel disconnected from home as it is, and I know if I allow myself to be a bigger part of this community then I’ll probably lose who I was back home all together. But I think that’s ok. It’s ok to change sometimes.