No Place Like Home

Personal Narrative
My cousin got married last fall. Like many weddings, it was an occasion for family and friends to reminisce, reconnect, and bond. The wedding reception found me tucked away in a corner with a few cousins, most notably, the beautiful, often elusive, V.  She inquired about my dissertation defense, mere days away, and my future plans. At that point I only knew I had to move. The sooner the better. Home, Not Home Athens had never been home to me, and Atlanta, although a great city in many ways, didn't feel all that homey to me either. That I was born and raised there was immaterial. It wasn't "home." V, a flight attendant, gushed about her love of NYC. It was her favorite city. She felt like herself there. Despite…
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