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leaving
home
by
Yee-Fan Sun | 1
2 3 I don’t
know how it happened, but somewhere along the way, I started not hating
Tucson. I can't say I really love this city, but I do know that when it
comes time to leave this home – and with my boy nearly done
with grad school, that day’s clearly looming on the horizon now –
I’ll feel a little sad, and no doubt find that, for months after
moving to my next adopted city, I’ll miss the saguaro cacti and summer
monsoons, margaritas and proper tortillas, this little pink stucco
house: home. So I’m on
the other side of things now. At a party not too long ago I found myself
in a conversation with a girl who was basically me, four years ago.
“So how are you liking Tucson?” I asked. She hesitated, nose
wrinkling just the slightest, shrugging off a half-hearted, “Oh,
it’s alright, I guess …” I smiled, then assured her, “It’s
okay; I hated it too at first.” She let out a little sigh of relief,
thankful not to have to keep up the happy camper pretense; most people
don’t want an honest answer to how you really feel about the
place they call home. check
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