You’re here now. This is where you are.
by Lily
The title is from Plainsong, a really lovely novel I read recently about how we’re shaped and anchored by the places we’ve been. I’m thinking of it as I ride the train from New York to Boston, two places that make up the bulk of my childhood. Looking out the window, I am feeling nostalgia all over for the architecture, the landscape, the sense that something is changing because you can literally see the season turning over in front of you. It’s a strange thing to yearn for what was and still recall how ready you were to leave it behind once.
