#10: Returning Home—Part I.

Two years ago, just as the house’s plum tree was starting to fruit, one of my roommate’s friends, Nora, told me that I sounded afraid. “What I am hearing from you,” she exhaled, tapping her cigarette ash into an empty beer can, “is that returning home is not an option.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. It is an option, but I feel like going back would in som…