When I was a younger person, growing up in Small Town, USA could feel so boring at times. I would have given anything to live near a shopping mall, just to have a place to hang out with my friends that wasn’t one of our parents’ basements. 

The mall was like an exclusive foreign club, and every other teenager I met from anywhere-but-here had a membership to it. I was desperate to be in that club; desperate to have that club nearby to even have the option to be in it at all. Back then, I truly never thought I’d want to stick around my hometown of 500 people — all who seemed to be my parents’ age or older, too.

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