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Went home to visit family last weekend. For all of you who think a visit back home is a grand thing, congrats. Do you see yourself in the people who raised you? Do you talk to them and hear echoes of who you are, and who you were? Or do you look around at the people who raised you and realize that they never knew or understood you, nor you them. That you were always a stranger in a strange land, and time has not changed that.
My visit to my childhood home has left me not knowing what to write here. Not knowing what to share, and what to leave out, so I’ve written nothing. I know it’s popular these days to share every ounce of your life with everyone. But I don’t buy it. Somethings are private, and are meant to be private. So until I can decide what’s private and what’s okay to be public, we’ll just leave it alone.