Home Is Where the People Are

“Are you sure?” I asked my uncle. I looked around the basement and waited for the catch. “Sure, I’m sure. Take it,” he said, dusting off the black leather. “You’ve got room in the truck and space in the new place. It’s yours.” Suddenly, Pop Pop‘s living room chair belonged to me. It was last month, and my boyfriend and I were en route to Ohio, where we now live and where I go to school. We had said our …