Ever since I was a little girl I have been drawn to a city that seemed so magical. When I went there for the first time I felt like I was home. When I had to leave I felt like I was leaving home. When I actually got home all I wanted to do was go back, back to New York. My love for the city is not because I think it is 'cool', or fun, or an awesome place to party. It is a different kind of love. Yes, New York IS all of those things, but to me it is just where I am suppose to be. It feels like home. It is home. Every year since I was sixteen something or someone always brings be back to New York. It is almost like there is the overwhelming energy force that finds a way to suck me back to the tiny island that captivated my heart and soul. Lately I have been feeling like my time to leave is inching nearer and nearer. Maybe it is the excitement of graduating, or starting my life, or being free and fearless? Maybe I feel like I have conquered this ass-backwards town and payed my dues? Maybe I feel like I have nothing left to learn here? Or is that pretentious? Does Tucson really have anything left for me? I believe that people and places are merely stepping stones that carve the path to a greater place. I have learned a lot since I have moved here, and I am thankful for the people who have helped shape and reform my identity....but I am ready for a new adventure, new people and new places. I feel like I am ready to start my life...in the city where I belong, the city where I call home.....
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