It was the first time that I had ever had to think long and hard about the meaning of home. I have always found at once enviable, confounding, and self-delusional the ability of many in our modern world to cast off at will like garb their identity and their home.
Seven years ago, a few months after graduating from college, I found myself in the throes of making a momentous life decision, one of those Frostian forks in the road that could determine the course of one's life. I had moved ...
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