This place is my childhood home—where I grew up. One of my favorite physics teachers in high school shared an idea with me about people and their movement. He said that if someone starts in their bed, goes out and lives their life, but eventually returns to that same bed, then perhaps they never really moved. I’ve moved around a lot in my life since then, but that idea brings me comfort. At the end of the day, I could always end up back here in my bed and be a kid again. The walls within are a time capsule. Sometimes I wonder if I ever really left—and I’m not sure I would ever want to.