Modcloth dress; Laila Rowe jegs; F21 belt; Blake Scott wingtips
Earlier this week I was asked if I considered Boston to be my home. I answered "yes" right away. Of course Boston is my home, I thought, it's where I live 9 months out of the year.
But now I'm starting to reconsider my answer. While it is true that Boston is where my life is now, Virginia is where my life used to be. From birth to 18, Virginia was everything, and I can't help but wonder why I've been so quick to give it up for the next best thing.
Tomorrow I leave to back to school, which means today is my last day in the house I grew up in. All aspects of my life are so up in the air right now, I have no idea when I'm coming back or if I'll ever live here again. It's just now starting to hit me what a huge step I'm going to be taking in 4 short months, and honestly, although I hide it well, I am scared shitless.
My future may be bigger and better than my past, but I know I will always want to come back here. So this goes out to you, Virginia. My safe haven, my constant. I think you are my home.