I'll tumble 4 ya.

And over and over, ever more clearly, I saw myself leaving this barren, ugly place and going home. I would get off the boat, climb into a car, and drive straight to Paynesville to get the house ready for my mother and sisters. I could feel the way the cool, breezy air would touch my face, see the beauty of the trees and flowers. I’d walk up the path to the house; I’d see my dad and call a joyful hello. I’d open the front door, shaking my head at the mess we’d left behind. And then I’d go in, and put it all away—the clothes, the shoes, the cups and plates, hanging and arranging, until everything was just the way it had been before.