I pride myself on having a very uncomplicated life. It works that way most of the time, but returning home has not been without its challenges. Everyone is so high-octane and hypercompetitive and equally performative. I miss my friends from all over.. I miss my life. I'm home but I'm not really home because my heart isn't here anymore. I take a scooter on the way to work and pass by the Capitol and I feel a moment of fleeting sentimental affection for the city I once matured in but no longer feel tethered to. I don't think I want my son growing up here either.
March 11, 2026