I left my hometown, Kirkland Lake, at eighteen. I know there are innumerable reasons why I was placed there, be they survival instincts, the ability to make do with little, and pivot on a dime. When I took my children there in 2019 for its 100th anniversary, I cried as we drove away as I didn’t know when I would be back. I recently returned for a family funeral, and seeing it now, I’m not sure if there is anything that will compel me to return. …
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