There’s something wrong with my hometown. The houses I once played in are now homes to strangers. The cashiers at the supermarket have been replaced by unfamiliar faces. The children playing football in the meadow laugh like we did, but they are not us. Even the trees have changed—the birch is new, and the leaves are, too.

I’m reluctant to look toward local swimming pond. I know the water molecules are different from the ones we dipped our adolescent bodies into, but I’m scared to confront the truth.

I don’t belong here anymore.

Peace be with you

Updates: Boston condo blog 2025

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