When you go back to your childhood home, it will be smaller than you remember. That's the cliché. That's the expectation. That's the reality. And I still am never quite ready for it. I grew up in a tiny house on a tiny street in South Euclid, Ohio, and every time I go back, it becomes smaller. I suspect the next time I go, the house will be small enough…
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