Even though I’ve lived here for most of my life, I honestly don’t feel like I belong here. The familiar places have started to feel alien to me and I keep daydreaming of when I can graduate school and move far, far away. I know that moving won’t change anything, but lately I feel like this place houses no part of me. Most of my family won’t live here soon either. I have a few years to go, but I can hardly wait. Maybe at last I’ll find where I belong. I just know that it isn’t here anymore.