Back in the USA

I'm back in Maine, which just received a fresh layer of snow and ice. It's a bit strange being in the house I grew up in which I called "home" for many years after I moved out (and sometimes still do) and yet not be home, nor really have a home. Every time I come back here I see how the area has grown. There are no incremental changes. Complete buildings have been erected and razed. Some places I don't even recognize. I lived here for 15 years. What's really weird, though is that I haven't lived here for over 13 years.