Anonymity
It is a strange thing to find myself, at a ripening age, in a position where I am a complete stranger to my surroundings. I know no one. I am not familiar with the landmarks. My kid’s schools are foreign entities. I have no friends and barely any acquaintances. I am in the act of becoming anonymous. The grocery store, thankfully, is the same, therefore I can find the pickled jalapeños without too much difficulty.…