It's like all of a sudden I just realized that I told my parents I don't want to go to Hopetown. I don't know why I said that to them two weeks ago. What was the driving force behind me thinking I should stay in Baltimore while they go to the Bahamas?
I feel as if a little piece of the magic in Hopetown is gone for me. As if I've forgotten that just because some of the people are missing doesn't mean it would be good for some personal soul-searching. Who says I should stay here in Baltimore and miss out on a week of personal growth? I always seem to find a bit of myself around Thanksgiving. But I think I know the real reason... Thanksgiving has always been my time in Hopetown for re-evaluating where I am. And who do I always do that with? Someone who is no longer here. I think part of me figured that with Perry gone, what's the point. Obviously this is ridiculous. My moments with him were not that encompassing. But still. Some part of the spirit there just feels dead. And I think that's why I'm realizing right now that that's why I should be going. To relight some spark associated with that place. And to spend Thanksgiving with my parents.
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