Home is Where the Books Are

And people make a place

When I left Greenville, South Carolina in August of 2018, I did so kicking and screaming. I cried three times. As we drove away from our beloved home, I swore no other would compare. I thought about the final dinner hosted on our porch—Asian favorites to pass and share. I missed it almost before it was over. 

But somewhere in the mountains on I-40, there…