A short story, for Susan to read/blatantly ignore:
Once there was a girl, whom we will call Betty. Betty was a bit of a dreamer: always had been. She dreamed of traveling, seeing the world. But one fateful day, one of her friends asked her where she wanted to be living in twenty years. She closed her eyes and replied, "Right here."
Now, this friend of Betty's decided that Betty was certifiably crazy. Why would anyone stay in a place like Chilliwack? This friend, coincidentally, happens to be Betty's polar opposite. She needs to be displaced, and as soon as she graduates she'll probably head for Italy or France or even Mexico, as long as it's far away from where she grew up.
But our protagonist, Betty, knows that she's different. She was born in a small town. She can breathe in a small town. And she'll probably, one day, die in a small town, just like John Cougar Mellancamp, without the money or the hit songs. Her heart lies in a small town.
It's just the way we are, honey.