Drove to Wilmington over the weekend---on my way I felt a gravitational pull off the interstate in Chapel Hill and sketch the apartment I shared with two of my friends while we were in college at UNC. It's such a weird feeling to revisit the past, observing how things have changed...and how they have not.
![an open [sketch]book](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_HdD3YzhuCut1ArE3LmNgh0RGlDpbiE9u8cZTYWBXFnk0q-bn0wh2u9g-7UuX2W8k9gFhOOOvmJuE9QrkK10wVGdhGoyhooDoOwvKjA3NzFrqEZeOSIjysj7-w4QsSvhpUc_g/s1600/aos_2020logo_banner_blog.jpg)
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I get that statement you made. Last year, I was hired by the school district I attended as a kid. All the same buildings...minus my elementary school because they closed it. All new teachers...but a few familiar names nonetheless...former classmates as adults running the school. Weird.
Oh...and someone else living in my childhood home.
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