I’m going to tell you a complicated little love story: I like to drive up Point Mountain and take photos from various overlooks when I visit the homeland in Webster County, WV. Late December 2016, I did just that, and took the chance to reflect as this country prepared for a drastic shift into what’s quickly become an aggressive resistance. To those mountains in which I was born and raised: Thank you for helping to instill in me hard work ethic, one hell of a fearless, ballsy attitude, the tenacity to keep on keepin’ on – qualities I have found to be the guiding force in succeeding, qualities that protect me from one of my greatest fears: settling for mediocracy. You gave me the platform to jump off of, and jump off, I did. And I ain’t looked back. Because for all the things that you’ve helped me to become, you’ve also shown me what I do not want to be. Yes, this is political. And educational. And cultural, and sociological, and psychological. When I stand high and look over you, I am both thankful and reminiscent. But I can say this with complete certainty: I don’t miss you; I only miss the people.