When I first moved to California from Ohio, I lived not too far from Purgatory. If you have binoculars and know where to look, you can actually see the area from up here. There have been many moments of driving past a place and triggering a memory. “Wasn’t that store once X instead of Y?” and “didn’t I shop for A, B and C at that place once?”
Perhaps the happiest occurrence is that the sushi restaurant I used to visit is still open for business (although not on Sundays). While Agent Smith is not a fan of fish, he will head down there with me once a month or so.
