There is a kind of American town so small the man at the gas station knows your name, knows your father, knows what you did last Friday. The kids who grow up there cannot wait to leave. Then they spend the rest of their lives trying to feel that safe again. From the outside it is obvious. You did not come from nowhere. You came from somewhere that held you. What is the place you couldn’t wait to escape, and now miss with your whole chest? 🤔