My dad used to always tell me that I'd grow up to be just like my parents - no matter how hard I tried to fight it, and I think West Virginia may be one thing he was right about. I've been so obsessed with going back to Princeton and making the 2 hour drive through the mountains and tunnels and seeing what used to be my nanny's house and that old park across the street and the mattress store and the air that always feels so cold and fresh and the feeling that time has gone backwards about twenty years or so. I would do anything to go back there and stay in my nanny's house again, if only it would be completely unchanged once I arrived.
