jacrossb
She looks in the rearview mirror and sees a town that she's lived in for 18 years. Ecstatic she may be about leaving it, a sense of sorrow is buried deep down inside of her. This is her town, where she grew up, where she learned how to ride a bike, to bake cookies with grandma, and to drive her first car with her dad. It's not just a town, it's her home. It's everything that she is wrapped into a small population not even big enough to fill only part of a city. She'll miss it, but she won't forget where she comes from; she's a small town girl and always will be.