I grew up in Lynden, Washington a little town about 5 minutes south of the Canadian border. In the thirteen years I lived in Lynden very little changed. At thirteen I could go to the same ice cream shop I went to when I was three and get the same bubble gum ice-cream. When I was in seventh grade my family moved into Bellingham, but we frequently visited Lynden for sporting and family events. In the five years between when I moved to Bellingham and graduated high school, Lynden changed so much. It was very unsettling for me; this place that represented my childhood was transforming into something I didn't recognize.