Growing Away From Home

I'm tired, this will be short. I took a trip back to the place that birthed me this past weekend. I went to lovely Columbus, Ohio. I haven't lived there in almost 12 years. Yet, it's always felt like home. I was seven years old when I left, but I've always had family there, and I was raised a die hard buckeye fan. But, after going back one more time, a week before I start college in London, through the University of Maryland, it seems my childhood memories of Columbus are moving on. I never considered Potomac, Maryland to be where I was from. But it's where I've spent 2/3s of my life. The arrogant fog that fills the lungs and minds of each individual who lives here. Including me. After visiting Columbus I realize I know very little of the life of an Ohioan. I will always enjoy going there, and I may go back someday, but for now I realize my true childhood is over. After watching every possible OSU football game, I could, I went back this week to see the Bucks lose a mediocre Virginia Tech team. They got beat, and looked worse then my 1 win high school team back in Potomac. Maybe, not that bad, but it seemed to be the end of an era. It probably won't take Ohio State long to become a good team again, but I may not be able to follow them the way I used to. There is no longer a child in my body, but a young man, who wants to contribute to society. So I guess the point I'm trying to make, is that I used Ohio as an illusion of all that is right. And as long as I could I wanted to be a Buckeye. But, I've grown up, and realized that's not really what I know. I'll always appreciate OSU and Ohio, but it's not my hometown. I have to make a realization of what my life really is. This may be the worst post I've ever written. Goodnight.