A Difficult Homecoming

I had so much anxiety about returning to Jackson, we made numerous stops on the way. Thankfully, this was one.

Hello from the White Mountains, which does and does not quite feel like home these days.

Blame it not on the region but me. Both northern New England and I have changed at an accelerated pace these past two and a half years. We are like lovers who found diverging interests and have grown apart. She’s more social, and I, well, I am more solitary than ever.

One of the outcomes of hitting the road for five months in these frantic times is upon return, the growth can be dizzying to digest.