Today, we started moving boxes into our new place. It was smaller and more...country than our old place. Actually it was so country it was about ten minutes into a corn field, and was called a farm house.
I used to live in New York City, the city that never sleeps, the city known for being overpopulated, the partying city where even people from Massachusetts or Rhode Island would come to, to party of course.
And now we're in tiny little Aimes, Iowa.
That's right, Iowa. It was a drastic change. Especially considering how living in a place like New York, you tend to walk fast, talk fast, drive fast. However in a place like Iowa, everything's slow. Sunday drivers everyday, everyone always making conversation even if they don't know you. I think it was safe to say Mom and I were practically aliens.
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The Diary Of A Troubled Trans*
RomanceIn loving memory of Leelah Alcorn. Shoutout to all the transgenders, whether mtf or ftm. You are all beautiful.
