Every time I visit my parents I feel more and more like a tourist to the places I grew up. Never feels like going “home”.

First Draft Club

Going home to stay with your parents is always an experience. Old patterns sneakily emerge, as if part of you was sucked through a time machine.

My parents moved houses when I was in college, so it’s not my childhood home, but I spend Thanksgiving in the same town I grew up in. It’s a small, wooded town, only 30 minutes from a major city but more rural than suburban.

Besides a path through a nearby forest, there’s nothing I can walk to. Part of the reason I wanted to live in New York was how trapped I felt as a teenager, needing to drive 20 minutes to see anyone or do anything. I swear against owning a car; my parents built an additional garage.

Yeah it’s a weird experience, wrote a /firstdraft on it during Thanksgiving

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Yeah it’s a weird experience, wrote a /firstdraft on it during Thanksgiving

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