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.