That's right. I'll be getting on a plane destined for the West Coast first thing tomorrow morning. I must admit: I'm a bit nervous. Not because of the newest security scare. That shit doesn't bother me. My anxiety is not existential, but ontological. I'm afraid that upon returning home, I'll find that I no longer have a home. Indeed, I resist even saying that I'm going home. But if my beloved Nor-Cal is no longer my home, as I always thought it was, then does this mean that NYC is home? And if NYC is my home, then why do I feel like such a stranger? It was Thomas Wolfe who said, "You can't go home again." But must homelessness be the fate of all those who leave?
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Not fate. Privilege.
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