I’m from a small town, married my high school sweetheart, and lived there until we divorced. The divorce broke my heart but worse were the whispers. I couldn’t even go to the grocery store without hearing them, so I ran away.
I came here. It was so different. I loved the lights, and laughter, just outside my window, and the drama, wasn’t my own. No one knew me here, or cared. I liked it like that.
But that was 20 years ago and nowadays I find the lights and the laughter more annoying than alluring.
I think it is time to go home.