Dear Prudence,
I moved away from my hometown, which was very dear to me, about 10 years ago, out of necessity for my career and that of my partner’s. We moved about a 10-hour drive away. I have the good fortune of being able to either fly or drive to visit fairly often and spend time with my family and loved ones back home—and I love the life we’ve made together. The hard part is going home and seeing all the ways my town has changed, in ways that seemingly are not for the better.
Rents and housing have gone up (like they have everywhere), and my friends and family members are struggling to stay put. A ton of new transplants have moved in (like they have everywhere, it seems). The changes aren’t all huge, scary changes. It’s small things like that ice cream shop we loved being gone now, and the overall culture of the city feels slightly different. I don’t totally recognize the place I grew up in. I’ve always dreamed of moving back, and my partner is on board, but I’m not sure how I’d reconcile this low-level sadness that hits every time I’m home. If I lived there, would that fall to the background? How can I make peace with the inevitable churn of time and the changes it brings, and the place I love not being the same anymore? How do I even figure out if I like this place now, as is, or if I’m just remembering my childhood fondly?