Home. It felt weird to walk through the familiar streets. Nothing had changed. A lot had changed. Old buildings were gone and new modern buildings were domineering the street. I hadn’t been home in ten years. Nothing had been waiting for me here. No one. When I left for college fifteen years ago, I had kept in touch with Cody and Cameron and Scott, but as life turns, we drifted apart until all that was left were Facebook friend requests and a sporadic message on Christmas or on birthdays. My family had shunned me when I came out. That relationship had never been mended. I had learned to live with the loss of them. Still, my unconscious want to see them must have been immense because when I looked around, I was standing in front of my old home. It hadn’t changed at all. I had the urge to push the stroller up the driveway and introduce my little girl to her grandparents. But again, I didn’t give in to any urges that were set to get me hurt.