1.02.2004

You Can't Go Home Again

There's something pathological about coming home when it happens to also be the place where you went to high school and college. Too many memories in one place. Everywhere I turn around, there's something reminding me of something that I did and shouldn't have done. Or that I wish I could remember happily, but I'm supposed to forget because it's part of the old life.

Easier said than done.

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