I've just returned from a short visit to my past, reconnecting with friends and relatives in the small prairie village where I spent most of my insecure teenage years. It's weird to go back to a place where I once existed as a different person. I think I've changed so much... but maybe I haven't... maybe now I just like myself more.
Either way, it felt great to connect with old friends as the me that I am now.
The visit's highlights were: building forts, eating rhubarb pie and apple platz, re-introducing myself to my 93-year old grandma over and over, late night chats, and declaring bum wars on the trampoline.