I’m from Roanoke. It’s a really small town in Virginia. For most of my life, I’ve spent a lot of time saying, “I can’t stand this place. I can’t wait until I can get out. Oh God, it’s so boring here. WOE IS MY LIFE.” But anyway, I am still fifteen and all but if I really think about it, it won’t be that long until I AM out of here on my own and it scares me out of my mind. As boring as it is here, as dumb as some of the people are, as much as I would like to expand my experiences and etc…this is home. This is where I am safe. This is where I was born and raised. This is where my roots are. I have walked on these streets and called them my own. I know this area like the back of my hand. What would I do without this stupid little town?