Coming back home to the same zip code where we grew up is like shocking the brain back to its 17-year-old state. Driving around in our car (hooray and thank you!) brings back a vivid parade of memories of friends, crushes, arguments, firsts and adventures. Navigating the area is very murky because the streets and intersections associated with memories are illuminated, but the bits in between are still in the dark.
Of course we’ve been back for many visits in the last decade, but knowing that we’re back for good makes it feel very different this time. For one thing, it’s not permanently Christmastime here.
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