She was a pit stop, a road block, a life lesson. One I wasn’t meant to build a home in. She was a town you visit and think about, but not the town you raise your children in. She’s the town that will suffocate you if you don’t leave. The one others look at and go “why do they stay?“
I reluctantly pushed the gas pedal forward, crying when I saw it in the rear view mirror. I desperately tried to circle around and find that town again - but it was blown off the map. That town no longer exists and I’m so thankful that when I searched for it, only remembering the good times I had there - forgetting the rocky foundation, the sinkhole in the middle - it stayed hidden from me. That town taught me lessons, it showed me what I can feel. It also showed me hate, anger, depression, and my worth. That town was a pit stop - not a home.
I’ll continue to push the gas pedal forward.