It may not seem like much to you, but the 16th of each month is a momentous day.
It is the one day that I am sure to hear from my mom, who sends me a sweet, celebratory note commemorating the birth of her daughter — Minal — and the arrival of a son — Ben.
See. Momentous.
In mid-September, I will finally fly out to California to visit my family, friends and the place I grew up. I haven’t done so since getting married last November.
Yet I still find myself describing San Jose as “home,” this after two moves, about 2,000 miles and nearly seven years of living anywhere but there.
So it got me thinking: I wonder when the shift occurs — when people stop referring to their past as their present.
