My hometown seems "foreign", like a place I've never been to. It's fancier than it was growing up. Booming. The air seems different out here than in New York. The light seems different. I can't place my finger on it. My parents have aged 1,000 years in the last five. Or ten. How long have I been gone? It's like they're my grandparents now. I had to drive my mother around today and help her in and out of the car. It's terribly disconcerting.
How is Oregon different than Central New York? No Italians, for one thing. Towns are twenty or thirty miles apart, rather than two or three.
Tomorrow is my father's 80th birthday. We should hire some llamas and a clown.