For as long as I can remember I’ve been deeply connected to the idea of home.
Of coming back to a place, yearning for that familiarity, that solid ground to come back to after traveling. This time, for the first time, I felt nothing coming home.
I certainly don’t know what it means yet, but I’m deeply uncertain about my existence as an American, as a re…
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