I know I don’t live there anymore — and haven’t lived there for a long time — but I feel compelled to note that my parents finally sold their home on Cuba Lake.
We visited at the beginning of the month and had a great time with the family. We’ll have to make some new traditions to get together in some other place.
Cuba felt like the same place, in many ways, but very different in others — if for no other reason than I’m no longer who I was when I was growing up there, and many friends that I knew have moved elsewhere.
I’ll miss it, in the same wistful sense that I miss other things that have ended, or that I might never see again. It feels like we’ve built up quite a few of those cherished but fading memories in a short time, thanks in no small part to our own move to Pennsylvania.
