Someday, I will inherit a portion of the land my great grandparents homesteaded. I’m tied to the land. Not in a bad way, but the tie exists all the same. I fear all the things I’ve already lost, all the things I don’t know how to do, how to care for this place. But. I hate the town I grew up in. And the idea of someday moving back there makes me feel trapped, like the person I’ve become will disappear, and I’ll be nothing but a lonely little girl once again.