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“Once there was a way to get back homeward, once there was a way to get back home.”
No news on future plans. Life is persisting. The list of grown-up experiences grows daily. The only revelation is that there is no going back. I can move back to Minnesota. I can even move back into my old room at my parents’ house, but I can’t go home. Never again to be who I was or to live in a familiar world. Forever forward, with no home this side of the horizon.
“Boy, you’re going to carry that weight a long time.”
