My 18-year-old self would be horrified at the idea of moving back to my hometown. Now that I have kids of my own, it makes sense.

My 18-year-old self would be horrified at the idea of moving back to my hometown. Now that I have kids of my own, it makes sense.

Courtesy of Kathy Larson

It sounds so cliché, but when I hit 40, I went through a bit of a midlife crisis. Not the kind that involves fancy cars or affairs or plastic surgery. The kind where you suddenly realize your life is half over and you look around and ask, "Is this really what I want my life to look like? Or is this just where life has taken me?"

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