Physically, I have not moved far, but mentally I feel like these last couple of days tiptoeing through my past and back to present reality has pulled the two together. All my life I have had phases: Atlanta, Texas, this school, that school, college, married, adult, worker. Each phase kept separate. The beginning of one severs the end of the last. I've always felt a hole, but didn't imagine (because I thought it was how life was lived) that this severing and separating was making holes everywhere. I know now that life is not a series of experiences that begin and end only to begin another, but it is more like a rope. Each strand is an experien