Have you ever gone to a high school reunion? I think back about my 10-year high school reunion and remember how it was all about what we were doing with our lives, what college we had gone to, where we were living and the career paths we chose. I was thinking that going to a high school reunion in my 50s would be somewhat the same. It wasn't.
Each time we left a house, I bid tearful farewells and promises to return to my friends: the towering hemlock, whose fragrant needles cushioned me in my reading nest; the screen door whose easy slap announced our comings and goings; the curve of the dormer ceiling in what had been my bedroom. I never returned, never, to any of them.