Decades later, I can see now that the promise of reentry is a dangerous lie. Whether it’s the dream of going back to a homeland, a relationship, a job, or a pre-Covid world, both sides of the equation inevitably change and shift, so they can’t fit together like they used to. The illusion of reentry minimizes the space for transformation and growth. If both sides evolve, then isn’t the meeting at a future point more akin to a fresh introduction?