It’s partly why I never felt prey to the nostalgia trends that afflict my generation (x). You can’t go back so why not focus on now? I love getting older. I am aware of my parents and my impending mortality but I embrace it.

I miss the house I grew up in. I still have those moments of core memories that come off of a sound, or smell, or touch, but I’m here. The moments are sweeter for knowing I can’t return.

The trick is to know that home is in you so it doesn’t matter where you are.