Here, you’re expected to think a certain way. I have the unpopular opinion, especially in liberal Massachusetts. I’ve lost part of my identity here too. I was once so proud for wanting to become an elementary teacher, but here, I’m a dime a dozen. My goals aren’t unique, and even pale in comparison to some of my peers. I’m just a white girl amongst white girls, which makes me feel so bland. I love my music. But here, I can’t. Here I’m surrounded by crude lyrics and generic melodies. What I was once proud of, I’m now embarrassed of. My music is “weird.” I miss my family so much. When we’re all together it feels so perfect, but no we’re all independent.