Miles and Miles...

1741.33 miles

  That's how far I am from what I used to call home.
Which in this situation is a word used to describe the location of everything that came before where I currently am. It's a two story beige house in the country. It's four Rhodesian Ridge-backs and a one very tiny cracked out Dachshund. It's a four-wheel drive Toyota and 20 acres of land. It's my high school and my teachers. And it's more than all of that. It's generations of my family. It's my parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and nephews.  It's my education. It's my ethics. It's my morals. It's my background. It's my DNA. It's security. It's known. 



22.96 square miles.

	That's the size of the island I now call home.
Which in this situation is a word used to describe the location of where I currently inhale and exhale. It's Manhattan. It's the School of Visual Arts. It's a small six person apartment on the 16th floor. It's a bed and a desk. It's a roommate. But it's more than all that. It's all the opportunities. It's readjusting. It's new relationships. It's learning to cope. It's growing up, even more. It's the promise of what I am becoming. It's a risk. It's unknown.