Nostalgia
Thirty years ago, I found myself living in the small town in Kentucky where I grew up. I had moved in with my Dad and stepmom (in my opinion, she does not deserve a capitalized "s" of a proper noun because I have since discovered things that were... well, I'm not going to save that for another day). I had not lived with my Dad for more than a few weeks at a time since my parents divorced when I was 10 and my Mom and I moved to the suburbs of Chicago and then to Northern Indiana (which I also consider home). It was a really difficult time. Whether we like to admit it or not, it's a really difficult time for all kids that age. It doesn't matter if you're legally considered an adult; you graduate from high school, you go off to college (sometimes in a new city and/or state), and things are changing soooooo fast. You have to make new friends, usually after having the same friend group for possibly the whole of your K-12 school career. When I was 18,...
