You can’t go home again

As I write this, I’m in the bedroom of my youth.

It’s not the same, though. It’s now a “guest bedroom,” with a gigantic iMac, soft pastels and beach decor.

As if that isn’t different enough, it is also clean.

This might be the same room, but it’s a far cry from how I left it.

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