Sunset over the old neighborhood

Lots of memories are encompassed in this photo. Memory is a prankster, tempting you to coat everything with either sugar or salt. Coming back to the place where I grew up finds me struggling to find the truth behind the filters of nostalgia, anger, regret, and grief. But just being here, sitting on the balcony, walking the old streets, and dealing with all of those things is bringing something I didn’t expect: healing.