The funny thing about moving back home after living abroad for years is that nothing ever feels quite the same. What was once home now feels foreign. Your old haunts and old friends are now strangely unfamiliar; leaving you wondering if the home you remember is simply an elaborate story you dreamt up over the years. In grasping for the familiar, you find yourself questioning what you once took for granted and hoping to discover how exactly it all changed while you were gone. Read more….
I’ve being using the term “haunts” lately, too. I hope I’m still familiar. Keep the articles coming.
T
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Still as strange as ever.
– C
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