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There I was. Standing at the edge of the city looking back on what was my home and thinking how crazy I was to be leaving. At once, it looked like a monstrosity of glass and concrete that I could never change and was afraid would change me. But then again, the monolithic structures leapt out at me urging my continued patience. Promising that time itself would heal the wounds that time had caused. I decided to try again. “Give it one last shot”. Hope came in the form a yellow earthmover digging up the old, preparing for the new.