I attended college an hour away from where I grew up. Not too far, but just far enough that I felt away from home. I created space between what was, and the infinite possibilities that lie ahead of me. The truth is, home is more than a place or space. It’s a feeling. And it’s available to you at any time. It’s where you are.

It’s good to be home. Home. Oklahoma. Man, it’s great to be here. To say that. However, for the longest time, I wanted to escape Oklahoma. Run away as far and fast as possible. Has anyone else ever felt this way?