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You Can't Go Home Again
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#991: How do I keep my dreams alive over the naysaying of my family? | Captain Awkward
1) I hate my being where I’m realistic and who I’ve become. It’s pleasant enough, if you’re already married with children. But I was freshly in limo and I blue-eyed organism in a city that had 24-hour in the public eye transport and stimulating artsy state of affairs to go to all the time.