My Home Town

Is it possible to love and hate a place as much as this one?

I love how familiar it is.

I hate how my self esteem drops.

I love my family.

I hate my hair.

I love my friends and how they accept me like I never left.

I hate that I eat 9 granola “dip” bars today.

I love that Whirlwind thinks its funny that there is only one store, no Burger King and we don’t watch out for cars when we walk on the street.