You don’t appreciate the specificity of your own family until you spend time with other families. Suddenly habits that seemed perfectly normal come into sharp relief. Similarly, the particularities of your hometown aren’t always clear until you venture outside your time zone. I was born in Minneapolis, where we could walk from our house down tree-lined streets toward Kenwood Park and around Lake of the Isles. Ten minutes in the other direction and you’d arrive at the great Walker Art…