Cross Roads

The last time I was standing at a cross roads in my life, I think I was in Europe. It was either, stay in Europe and see everything for a bit, or move home and then later move to this little city in North Carolina called Wilmington. Well three years later, I’ve been a citizen of Wilmington for some time. And I don’t know what to do with this new cross roads. Stay here and work, and wait for school to work for me, or move home and make school work. I love the idea of ACTUALLY finishing school, but I burst into tears at the idea of leaving this city that I’ve made my own.

Damn cross roads


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