When I scheduled a quick getaway weekend in DC, sandwiching it between business trips, I did not know what to expect. I only knew that my attempts to reclaim my past were not complete.
I had been back to my hometown twice before, and each time I allowed obligation to divert me from my real purpose. This time, I decided I was not going to do that.
That come hell, high-water or offended relatives and friends, I was going to do the thing I both knew I needed to do and dreaded doing.
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