Tor’s right—I fly back for Christmas and funerals and very little in between. I stay just long enough to shake hands with my uncles and fist-bump my cousins. To kiss aunts on the cheek and to let them pinch mine as they tell me how big I’ve grown. Being in this town for too long makes me feel like I’m losing brain cells. Plus, there’s only so many times I can hear the question: When are you coming back?
