There are two sides to every story.
My story could, perhaps, surpass such ideology.
I've lived a complicated life, thus far, what with my chosen separation from mainstream Johnson City culture. I reject all things orange and University of Tennessee-related. I'd rather eat dirt than go to a Titans game, and hilbillies make me sick.
Thankfully, my liberation from such a dwelling has allowed me to broaden my already wide thought process and accept what is true to be true.
There is a certain beauty to be found in the world outside of the one in which one grows up. A kind of wide-eyed wonder that can make the typical day of small-town Americana seem dismal and uneventful, which, undoubtedly, it already is. It just took a little excursion outside of the setting for one to realize it.
In the event of such an escape from middle-class-white-suburban-Americana one should expect to experience a delightful uplifting of spirits and an elimination of hazy and presupposed ideals.
I have, thankfully experienced such an liberation from my small town.
It's lovely out here in the world.
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