“It’s weird coming home for the holidays. When I am around people I haven’t seen in years, I behave the way I was back then. And so do they. I’m not sure why I do it. Maybe it’s easier to just fall into old habits then take the risk that you might not like the new versions of each other? Or maybe it’s just easier to not make the effort. I’ve grown and changed a lot in the past few years, but when I’m back in x, it’s hard not to act like the old me, and it’s unnerving as fuck. So I come home less and less often. I like the new M. more.”