My ten year reunion creeps closer and closer as the summer approaches. By the time the summer is officially here, my father will have sold his house and moved to one of few “cities” in Kentucky, thus cutting off any connection I have to my hometown. Does this mean I don’t have to go to my reunion and therefore not tell everyone I’m still a part-time temp? These ironic milestones remind me of why I do my art. It clears my mind. It saves my soul.