We’re Moving Back to the U.S

An essay on transience

In 1997, when I was nine years old, my family moved across the country from Oklahoma to Ohio. We left behind the first house I remember, where my parents had planted grass in the backyard and installed a swing on the front porch and taught me to rollerblade on the tricky brick road. It was the house that had a laundry chute, the house where I accidentally dropped a ceramic Daisy Duck…