Teenage American angst was the soundtrack to my adolescence and a skewed sense of individuality was an ever present companion. I separated myself from every classmate I ever had by thinking the place I called home was a breeding ground for hicks in camouflaged hoodies and that something truly greater was waiting beyond Montgomery County, Ill.
I thought when I left that I'd stay gone for good because I'd be damned to live in this place for the rest of my life. After all, this was the place where I learned how to love. This was the place where I learned rage. It's where I learned to lie between my teeth and wear my heart on my sleeve. This is a far-cry from a love letter of my home, or some sense of reconciliation, but the preface and epilogue of the places between two oceans; the place called the Great In-Between.