Return.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Home to what? Home to the cement factories that surround this town like some kind of creepy post-apocalyptic Stonehenge. Home to a town where the majority of the citizens can't spell "diversity," let alone tell you what it means. Home to Nazareth, whose most popular joke is: "Yes! I'm from Nazareth and yes that's near Bethlehem and yes I know Jesus!" Clever, huh? Don't get me wrong, Nazareth is a wonderful place to live...if you're old (we have two nursing homes!), a child (carnivals! parades! playgrounds!) or a parent (an accredited school system!). Seeing as how I am no longer a student at NAHS, I am most definitely not a parent, and I just recently turned 18, putting me far from nursing home age, my future has outgrown everything this town has to offer.

This blog will be the place where I will document the next few months and my impending entrance into the "real world." Nothing thrills me more than the prospect of becoming a citizen of the world rather than a citizen of a town so small, we need to refer to it with qualifiers: "It's near Allentown." "It's 20 minutes from New Jersey." etc.

So. Read and enjoy. Let the games begin :)