I know I was in a place I wouldn’t want to be again, but I was still there.
And the first thing I thought about was getting a new life in Savannah.
As a teen, I left Savannah and started living with my grandmother, and she had this idea that it was her dream to live in the city.
Savannah, I thought, was the next big thing.
I went there to try to find a place for myself.
It was hard, I said to my grandmother.
It’s a dangerous place.
I had never been in a bad situation before.
I couldn’t be in Savannah again, and I didn’t know what to do.
The next thing I knew, I was walking into a bar and the bartender started talking to me.
It wasn’t a bad experience, he told me, because I was there to have fun.
“I think I’m going to make Savannah my home,” I told him.
The bartender didn’t ask if I was really sure.
I didn, too.
I walked away from the bar and went to a place called a nightclub called The Underground, which is a bar in a warehouse where people dance.
I remember thinking, I’m not going to miss Savannah.
It felt like home.
When I got there, I felt comfortable, at least for a little while.
I knew there was a good place for me, but it was a little difficult for me to find my way back to the city and find myself.
My grandmother would drive me to Savannah and pick me up.
But when I arrived, the place was empty.
I was afraid, too, that my grandmother would find out about my departure and find me in a different place, like a homeless shelter or someplace where people don’t want kids.
When she finally found me in the Underground, she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I thought that was the end of the story, but then she came back and she was like, “I was just so excited.
I think I just want to see you, baby.”
My grandmother told me that she would call my mom.
I never saw her again.
I still haven’t been to Savannah.
Now I can’t go there anymore.
I have two sisters, one who lives in Georgia, one in Georgia.
They’re not really into me.
They have different personalities, and they all want me to be with them.
The one I live with, they call me their little angel.
I miss her, too: She would be my best friend.
I don’t see her often.
They would just be sitting in the living room, or I would just go to my bedroom and watch TV.
I feel so bad.
I love Savannah, and Savannah has changed so much.
It just feels like a new country to me, and a different city to me too.
But I’m still here.
I’m always going to be there.
Savannah was a very difficult city for me when I was growing up.
I know now, too; I never had to worry about getting a job or going to school or anything.
I just lived here, in the basement of my grandparents house, in a dirty basement with a dog on top of me.
Savannah is like a big city, but a small city.
I wasn’t able to see a lot of things that would make me feel good about living in Savannah, even though I did everything I could to make it work.
I spent so much time trying to figure out how to make my grandmother happy, and now I’m in a position where I have to decide whether I want to spend more time here, or spend more money.
My mother still lives in Savannah and is my closest friend.
When my mother passed away, she told me she felt like she could no longer live in Savannah with her own family.
But it was hard for me too to accept that.
I guess I had a sense of the loneliness in Savannah: It was all I knew.
Savannah changed for me during my freshman year of college.
I graduated in September 2018, and in January, I moved back home.
My grandparents didn’t have a house in Savannah anymore, so they had to live out of a suitcase.
I started working at my grandmother’s store, but the whole time I was working there, my grandmother was living at home.
That was when she had a serious mental breakdown.
My grandfather came over to the house one night and started hitting on me.
He tried to force himself on me, to try and make me do what he wanted.
He said, “You want to go home?”
I said, no, no.
He didn’t want me there.
I tried to get him to stop, but he was so angry that I told my grandmother to go away.
So my grandfather just went in and did what he did, hitting on every woman who was there.
He kept going.
Then my grandmother found out that I had been having sex with my boyfriend.
She said, you should be ashamed