Stranger in His Own Land
I'm wondering if I'm the only one here who's been through this. I've been living in Chicago now for the better part of two years. During Christmas, I went home to Buffalo to spend time with my family and my old friends. I was expecting the "home sweet home" feeling when I got there, naturally, but what happened was very different. I got to Buffalo and barely recognized the place. It had just changed that much. And so I felt like a foreigner in my own hometown.
It was almost a relief when I finally got back to Chicago, where things made sense. I had been homesick and learned that my home had basically been renovated beyond a lot of recognition.
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We despise all reverences and all the objects of reverence which are outside the pale of our own list of sacred things. And yet, with strange inconsistency, we are shocked when other people despise and defile the things which are holy to us.
Mark Twain
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