Going back to your small hometown after you’ve left is a funny thing. It is a significant theme in one of my current reads, Empire Falls by Richard Russo. I’ve been gone for almost twenty years now, although I did three short stints during that period crashing at home. I think I am finally past always feeling 17 in my hometown (and clenching up every single time I see the cops). Having a baby will do that to you. But with a roadtrip home impending, my thoughts are turning to my hometown and my old friends.
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