Being okay with us possibly never speaking and feeling a sense of loss are not mutually exclusive. The hard disconnect between how I lived from 17-34 and who I am today is something I still struggle with, no matter how much healthier I am today.
I have feelings about West Virginia. And poverty in general. About the ways we lionize the poor without acknowledging that they don’t have to live the way they do. About how we just do lip service to helping others.