You know the trope-y-feeling plotline with the ex from your hometown? Who you never call and hardly ever think about yet you end up together every time you’re both back in town? And then you wonder about alternate timelines and what if you two were actually meant to be together and what does it mean that this person feels like home every time?

That’s me, except in my story the ex is my hometown in the fall.

Sunday morning: a cleansing walk along the crag five minutes from my dad’s ho...