Passing the Point of No Return

There is a moment that I imagine every grown-up or growing-up lives through. It is the moment when, twenty-something and alone in your rented room, it occurs to you that you can no longer go home — go home, at least, as you used to. You have passed the literal point of no return, passed the years of semester breaks in your childhood bedroom, passed the dramatic seasons of quittings and crises and calls for help in your parents’…