Going back for the first time after twenty years away was weird; I could stand on street corners and look one way and it was exactly as it had been in my childhood, then look the other way on the same street and every single business was entirely different.

All of the streets were laid out the same; I recognized all the buildings. Just not the storefronts or the awnings or the signs. I felt seriously better once we got out of the tourist hub. It just hadn't, when my grandmother was alive, been that.