yesterday I felt SO sad leaving your mom and kada in that one part of clovis where my aunt and uncle used to live. a cozy warm landing place just a short walk from the strip mall. those were your old stomping grounds too. now it’s just a place where white ppl we don’t know live. and now we just spend a bit too much on energy to come out here and spend a bit too much money on food, reminisce, and then go back to our homes, ours 20 minutes away, and kada’s all the way in la, and if I suddenly reverted to the child that I was fifteen years ago, I would have nowhere to go. and maybe that is what it is. I asked you to take a detour driving through the Apt complex I met you at where you used to live part time with your sister & her bf in one unit and part time w your mom in another. like I wanted to immerse myself in a nostalgia a little less far gone