Every time that I come back to my hometown it gets easier for me to accept that my life will never again take place in my childhood home. Although people kept remarking how much older I looked, I credit my hair and glasses, I felt like I had never left. Last time I was here I walked into my neighbors house and instantly began to cry as I looked out the window to the yard where I use to play “broom ball”. This time however I walked into their house and began to feel like nothing had ever changed. In that moment everything felt normal as we discussed what was happening around town and how weird the new guy living in my house was.
Again I found my self slipping into who I was when I called sleepy Southwick home. I made plans with my cliched high school crush to finally go out to a bar together and it was everything that 16 year old me would dream about. Its funny because while at school I barely think about past relationships and friendships but here everything feels so natural to start those relationships back up again.
As I sit in my hotel room alone I can not wait to return in late April to finally do some things that high school me never had the courage to.