On my way to work yesterday morning I drove past a street all to familiar to me. On that street is a house. Inside that house is an efficiency apartment. That efficiency apartment (which I loved!) is the very first apartment I ever had. I now live less than a quarter-mile from that apartment.
Not long ago I met a young woman who is the current tenant, and everything I remember about that apartment (and loved!) is the same.
I moved into that apartment 32 years ago. Now I'm right back where I started from, in a city I swore to God I would NEVER return to, and it is very unsettling.