This hits home for me. I was born in Baton Rouge but grew up in Atlanta. Moved back to Louisiana two years ago after my father suddenly passed away. My last years in Atlanta were aimless and destructive. My family was tearing itself apart and I wasn't helping. I was getting in and out of trouble. All my luck had run out in that town. After I buried my dad I decided to start fresh in my hometown. Our hometown. I distanced myself from all the poisonous relationships in Atlanta and found refuge in the family I'd long neglected here. It's unfortunately bittersweet. I like to think I would have done that anyways but my dad forced my hand. I only saw him once since I was a teenager. We never really got a chance to know each other man to man. I almost feel like his ghost walking around this town. I love it here. My life has become infinitely richer 1000 miles away from all that bad mojo. One day I'd like to move west but for now, I feel like my life has really begun.