I went back to my hometown today. I spent most of the day walking around on backroads. It was strange. That town is literally all I've ever known since I moved to my current home 5ish years ago, and even though every inch of that place holds memories, I couldn't help but feel detached. I mean I still love it there, don't get me wrong, but it's not home anymore. That made me wonder, is it me that changed or my hometown, or a bit of both. The town has indeed changed, but not structurally. More new paint jobs and different businesses in the same buildings. New houses on old plots. Some empty plots. That sort of thing. And I've changed.
Then it reminded me of Rugrats lol. Where the grandpa always says "back when I was your age we used to walk 15 miles...". Maybe I'm just getting old. Maybe I have decades full of this feeling to look forward to. I don't know. What do you guys think? Ever dealt with this feeling or questions before?
Then it reminded me of Rugrats lol. Where the grandpa always says "back when I was your age we used to walk 15 miles...". Maybe I'm just getting old. Maybe I have decades full of this feeling to look forward to. I don't know. What do you guys think? Ever dealt with this feeling or questions before?