It was a sentimental period in my life, which because of hindsight, I can now refer to as “silly.” I don’t know why it came upon me.
Maybe it was nostalgia.
Maybe it was listening to too much classic rock and roll music.
But for a few weeks, I had a yearning to return to my little hometown and walk the streets, to see if I still fit in.
It became an obsession.
Maybe it was because I was so dissatisfied with my “after” that I wanted to regain my “before.” I’m not sure.
But nothing fit.
When I returned to the place of my birth, I found that the location had evolved and become something quite different–without my permission.
Nobody knew who I was. Old places that once held deep significance to me were now abandoned or turned into a Dairy Queen.
I was lost.
All I wanted was to go back to where I was before, while simultaneously bringing the financial security and prowess of what I had become.
- Before no longer existed.
- The present was not friendly.
- So the future held no hope.
My hometown was no longer my home, nor was it just a little town. It was a burgeoning bedroom community of a metroplex twenty miles to the south, which was gradually swallowing it whole.
I felt empty.
But I realized that emptiness was necessary… in order to rid my soul of all the childish ideas which needed to scamper away to make room for the man.
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