It's weird, but I suppose I'll get over it eventually. We only lived in Davis for 11 years, and I was away for 6 of them, so it's not like the house is full of marks on the wall that measured my growing height, or crayon marks from that time I decided to dabble in graffiti art.
Moving away from Davis does mean that I need to stop deluding myself into thinking there are people there I may reconnect with at some point. That's hard. Like most people, I like to keep options open. And there's a bevy of people in Davis with whom I'm friendly, if not exactly friends anymore, but the option was always open. Maybe some weekend I'd head down, visit my parents, and reconnect. It hasn't happened in the two years since I moved back from LA but, hey, it could.
And now it won't.
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