Hometown Glory

May 13, 2010 at 9:24 am | Posted in Life and Living | 1 Comment
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Almost every weekend I drive up to visit my parents for a few hours in my hometown.  They still live in the house where I grew up, which is only about 20 minutes north of where I live now.  It’s far enough away that it takes me out of the world I’ve created for myself and right back into the world that helped to shape me.

Sometimes I duck in and duck out as quickly as possible.  Sometimes I visit friends that still live in the area.  And sometimes, I like to take a drive through my old routes and reminisce.  There’s the corner where I had my first car accident, the bench where I smoked my first cigarette, the spot where my best friend got chased into the street and slapped by another girl.  There’s the store that sold me beer underage, the pizzeria I always hung out at, the river where everyone raced their cars.  There are just so many stories.  I have experienced so much of my life in this town, since I started walking into town at age 13.  I met some of my closest friends, past boyfriends, summer flings, just by hanging out in town.

There are those who have distanced themselves from this town and there are those who are still exactly where I left them nearly ten years ago.  Sometimes I run into people I once knew.  Usually there is nothing more to say than hi.  Most of us are just ducking in and out of this town as quickly as possible.

Some parts of town have changed, but a lot of it hasn’t.  The parking lots we used to speed around have been redesigned to thwart that behavior. The pizzerias and video store are still there.  The bars we used to drive to are gone.  I don’t really know what teens do these days since so many of our vices have been taken away, but I’m sure they find ways around it.

So this weekend when I take this familiar drive, the memories will flow back like they always do and I will welcome them. No matter what, this town will always be a part of me.

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  1. I get the same feeling when I drive in Easrchester. It just all comes to me and I think of all the good times and bad times I had in that town. I consider myself very lucky to have grown up in a town like that.


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