You can’t go home again.
It’s an old sentiment, which expresses the reality that things change and so do we. We can never go back to the way things were. You can’t go home again, because it never will be the same.
For some people, it’s even more literal. For some, the physical place — the home — is gone. Sold or destroyed.
I’ve experienced a bit of both.
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From front porches to backyard fences, we are changing how we relate to people.
I don’t remember who was talking about it – I have too many conversations with people about too many topics. But we were talking about how neighborhoods changed when front porches declined and backyards became a thing. I’m thinking it also is changing how we related to people.
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“Eu sou essa.” It’s Portuguese for “I am that one.”
Essa: It’s my grandmother name, now that I have a grandbaby.
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Why do I go against the flow?
I’m not sure, but I’m noticing I do it quite a lot.