After going back to live with my parents were I grew up, I
recently realized something that I did not like: inevitably, probably not in
the too distant future, I will be forced to move away from here for good.
This scared me; the thought of packing up a U-haul with
everything I own and going to live in a new place—although it sounds
exciting—brought tears to my eyes. Tears not of joy, but of sadness. I, very
much down to my deepest bone, want to love this place—to call it home. The
problem is I cannot. Being gay is just too much of a burden.
