Thanks For The Memories

I've spent the past week in my hometown of Yellow Springs, Ohio. It's suffocatingly small and full of the characters of past, renounced life.

Refreshingly, this week I spontaneously saw some of the former "A" gang. I visited my high school. I cuddled with my family and napped on the screened-in porch. I squeezed in an extra weekend with Colin, and I watched my little brother win his soccer game.

And so, for not resurfacing pain, remorse, gossip, nor negativity, I thank you, Yellow Springs. I remember now that I love to be here.