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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME | I went back to my high school 20 years later...

A look back through time ... From my high school bedroom (which still remains exactly the same). To the halls of my high school (which has transformed significantly throughout the last twenty years). Here is what I learned about those teenage years on this last trip home. We may have hidden our insecurities and anxieties through varied tricks of adolescent mirage — but the truth is, we are all very much the same. We all wanted to be liked, we all worried that we were weird. And if we learn to lean into our vulnerabilities and communicate with courage, we find a sense of freedom. My love letter to HOME — regardless of how far we travel … no matter how many adventures we have or the amount of people we encounter: our roots always remain. CLICK BELOW FOR MORE:
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