Thanks for the Coffee
Small towns have a way of drawing you back. The boomerang — we move away for whatever reason, but there’s a gravitational pull to bring us back to a place where people can quote our family tree even if they momentarily forget our actual names, where every meal tastes like home. I need that as much as anybody else. But sometimes it switches over to reverse polarity — the connection is so strong, but we see our home towns with such clarity that we know we could never go back for good. And it cuts both ways.