In a drawer in the living room of my childhood home, you can find the drumsticks I got in elementary school, the calculator I used in middle school, and a to-do list I wrote in high school...I keep stalling.
If home is ' where the heart is' or 'wherever I'm with you,' I should be fine with my mom moving anywhere-especially to a nearby apartment...Instead, any mention of a future sale prompts an ache akin to the homesickness I felt as a kid at summer camp.
Instead, any mention of a future sale prompts an ache akin to the homesickness I felt as a kid at summer camp-except that now I ache for my future self. I imagine her standing outside that suburban New Jersey house...
It's a weird, anticipatory grief-but it's not unfounded. For his 2011 book, Returning Home: Reconnecting With Our Childhoods, Jerry M. Burger, a Santa Clara University psychologist, interviewed hundreds of people and found that about a third had traveled as adults to visit a chil...
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