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I am from Westwood
From small towns and cozy homes
I am from neighbors who were friends too,
Friends closer than anyone
I am from falling leaves,
Yellow, orange, and vibrant red
Littering the ground where we walk.
I am from hot coffees and greasy pizzas,
Fierce sports teams and trips to the city.
I am from frigid winters and blankets of snow
From sweltering summers too.
I am from the house with the purple door
Growing further away out the car window.
I am from sad goodbyes and youthful ignorance.
I am from Doylestown
From rolling farmland and pretty homes
I am from kind neighbors and lots of friends
I am from tiny schools and big motivations
From quiet anxiety to a fragile confidence.
The historical town and brick buildings,
Young and new, so lost with nothing yet to call its own
Just like me.
A yearning for a place too far gone to recognize anymore
An arrival too late and connection too deep to assimilate into
I am from two places…
But none ever really feel like home.
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I was born in a small town in Massachusetts called Westwood. Now, I live in Doylestown, PA. We moved when I was four, and while I had ties to Westwood, it isn't enough for me to truly know the area. But here, my ties to MA have always held me back from fusing myself to the community we moved to. I have felt almost like I'm floating, like "home" has never really been a place or a town. For some, that is what home is, and it often feels like I'm missing out on the fierce loyalty people have to a town they have always known firmly as home.