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Wherever you go

The one thing I wanted as a kid was to get out of my town.

I hated it. It symbolised entrapment, drudgery, isolation, futility. I dreamed of running away, or being abducted, or the apocalypse coming and embarking on some barren adventure through the wastes of a scorched earth.

Yes, I fucking loved Fallout as a teenager.

But somehow, I ended up back here, for years now, raising my own child. And it’s fine. It’s different. It’s not everything I want it to be, but it’s better than I ever gave it credit for.

I think what I was really longing to escape from was myself. The one thing I could never really leave behind.

But I’m fine. I’m different. I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m better than I ever gave myself credit for.

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