Getting out of your home town was your lifelong dream as a kid. Escaping the crickets and fireflies and cicadas, only to replace them with car honks and traffic lights and buzzing pedestrians. It was fascinating to you how the city worked, and you hated the countryside. There weren’t any arcades down there—only river creeks to hop around in and tall trees to climb. So, when you turned eighteen, you *left*. You left it all behind. That is, until your parents asked you to come back. You...