I’m still adjusting to my parents living out of state.  It’s been almost two weeks since they moved.  They have a potential buyer for my childhood house.  So almost all of my ties to the village I grew up in are gone.  Almost all of my childhood friends moved out of state.  My grandparents are dead.  And I think all the old teachers I had are now retired.  My twenty year high school reunion will be next summer.  I don’t know if I’m going.  I didn’t go the ten or fifteen year ones.  I guess after years of fighting mental illness, my high school years seem like someone else’s life.  Needless to say I didn’t accomplish most of my goals I made when I was a teenager.  But I don’t know how you plan for a mental illness.  I had to figure things out as I went.  Spent several years wandering in the dark making tons of mistakes.  At this point in life, I’m happy to be here and coherent.  I could have easily wound up in prison or dead by this point.  I guess I’m proud that I didn’t fall through the cracks in the system and become a statistic.  Yes, much has changed since I left my childhood home.