I recently went back home to celebrate the life of my cousin. Whether it can truly be called “home” might be debated, but to me, it will always be home. It is the place that shaped me—the place where I spent my most formative years. I have lived away from it for most of my life, yet every time I return, it somehow feels both exactly the same and completely different. I don’t know everyone the way I did when I was a kid. In fact, many of the people I see now are strangers. Still, so many of...