I was talking with Marina today, and she recounted a conversation to me that she had had with another friend of mine, Ashley (so clearly this is not my original idea). All three of us recently returned to Lincoln from either New York or the Bay Area, therefore returning home feels a little odd. Lincoln now has feels a little bit like Pleasantville-- everything is perfect, no one is out on the streets past 10pm, and everyone asks why we would ever want to leave. I enjoy being back home, but I must admit, that idea is eerily accurate. Or maybe after the chaos of New York, everything just feels too perfect.
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