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September 21, 2006
It was the best I'd ever felt in my former home town. That's the good news. The bad news is that it was as if I were looking at it and experiencing it through glass. I couldn't touch it, and it couldn't touch me. It was almost as if the whole thing was happening to someone else. I was on auto-pilot, snapping back to my former self, remembering where the streets, restaurants, shops were without consciously thinking about it. Will I ever be here and be really present? Maybe being part of the past, present, and future is too painful.