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Like stepping back in time, the much anticipated moment had finally arrived. I was gazing up at my childhood home, after spending 12 years in a different country; I wasn't sure what I felt, or what I was supposed to feel in that moment. But I knew that this was no longer home. Instead, home had now become an accumulation of moments in time where I felt belonging, moments shared with others, and the various places that sparked joy for me. After taking in the sights around my childhood home and through the park, I continued my flashback in time and meandered down the alley where I once strolled daily. The one I hurried through at sundown because it echoed eeriness as a child. Now, it spoke to me differently, reminding me of the times I had to be brave for myself. Approaching my grandparents' home that was close by, I studied the old brickwork that I used to count when I was bored. I remembered how the gates once seemed so big but were now so frail and meager in comparison. Their property was on ceremony grounds, with an ancient church centered in such a way that you could clearly see the gargoyles atop by looking out of the back bedroom window. Worn down, decrepit statues; the source of many nightmares for me. Continuing my reminiscing, I decided to wander through the cemetery that I once ran through often as if it were a safe playground. The details of the scattered gravestones sought my attention, almost remembering me and the innocence I brought to the site long ago. Gravestones now abandoned, untouched and begging for care. Creeping up on the huge wooden doors that made the church feel more like a fortress, I was curious if they were unlocked. A strong pull at the handles gained me access. I immediately became engulfed by the emptiness of this grand space. I was moved by the kind of silence that seemed to sing a thousand songs to me. Sitting down on the hard pew towards the front, my eyes absorbed new details, making me forget that I was revisiting a place I thought I knew. My fingers etched along the marks in the aged wood while I got lost in my thoughts. Wondering what others who have sat in this very spot may have seen in this world, or experienced, and where they might be now. All along, I didn't expect to find my sense of wonder in a place that seemed so familiar and mundane at one time. But new eyes and new perspectives offer the chance to be a stranger again, anywhere in the world that you may find yourself.