Neighbors in Time

It’s kind of funny how life goes in cycles. My parents were both born and raised in San Francisco. They grew up, married each other, and moved to Marin County to start a family and wound up with four kids. Now my sister and I live in San Francisco. We don’t live together, but we both live in the Sunset District and that’s also where our parents lived. My house is just a few blocks from where my dad once lived, and my sister is close to my mom’s childhood home. It’s kind of cool. It’s like we are neighbors in time. I go to the same places that they used to go to. I ride the same bus lines that they did. I do the same things that they were doing thirty years earlier. Being neighbors in time makes me feel more connected to them. The past is more present than you think.
Critically Rated at 14/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young


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