You are not alone.
One of my least favorite things about being home is that I hardly ever write. It’s not that I don’t have time, it’s just the fact that absolutely no one nothing inspires me here anymore.
It’s hard to come back to a town you call home when you’ve been away for so long, right? The people change, the buildings get bigger, and the streets make less and less sense. Right. I haven’t been gone long, but while driving through my little suburban Gahanna the other day, I realized that I had become less and less familiar with everything from the stores to the people. I let myself lose touch with those who inspired me so dearly in high school, and I’m still not quite sure how I feel about it. Sure, I have a few friends who will probably raise families here when they’re older because they love Gahanna, and deep down in their hearts they think it’s a beautiful place to end up. I am NOT one of those people. There’s nothing wrong with this town, but I’ve grown out of it. It’s not for me anymore, and after a lot of internal debates and battles, I think I’m finally coping with that.
So if you feel like we’ve lost touch, I’m sorry. If you’re mad at me for it, I’m also sorry, but not in an apologetic way; I’m more sorry that you have chosen to feel anger towards me for growing as a human being. Ties are meant to be cut, or we wouldn’t put so much time into creating them. If not, how else would we know we’re supposed to last? If it’s meant to be fixed, we’ll fix it. That, ladies and gents, is how I view all of this nonsense. I love the person I’ve become, and chances are I love the person you’ve become. Let me be that person, and I’ll return the favor.
Here’s to change; may it always bring out the best in you so you know it’s there, and also the worst so that you know you’re still human.
