Sunday, April 17, 2011

Ghost Rivalries: My Return

Home has changed once again. My parents have occupied what was my old room into a fashionable area filled with art supplies; for my mother is an artist of some sorts. When I left for college, my mother found it very acceptable to replace my room with a storage unit for her art supplies. Needless to say, I didn't mind. But now there is a crowding of everything. Barely enough room for my clothing, a bed, and my other accessories that I brought back from college. Home sweet home.

The worse thing about finally being home was everyone, my own family, had been nowhere to be seen. Some went out with friends, others just found it more important to get out of the house than my arrival. Still, I'm not entirely surprised at this. My family has, and always will be, a bit careless when it involves other family members. Careless in the sense that they know they'll see me the next morning. As I unpacked my belongings, I found a photo album I put together before I left for college. It contained all my of my hometown friends, my family, and the people I've met in between. This town, the people, have all changed. I didn't expect it to remain the same, but, why did I hope that it would?

With this bothering thought, I called my closest friend Alex. He was always willing to give me time of day. He answered and knew I was back in town for awhile and wanted to hang out. He was over at another friends' house, which I knew of, but never got to really know because of me being 2,000 miles away. I convinced him to come over as soon as he wanted to, and with that, was my undoing. For it wasn't until three hours later that he arrived. I was relived to see him, true, but he wasn't here soon enough. Now I'm not the most assertive person, and those who know me, know that I am patient.

I would wait forever for my friends just to hang out with them...but these friends, the ones that haven't change in over ten years have slightly been modified. I can't understand how this happened? Was it this city? Did I just escape this place in time? Does he find his new friends better than me?

I have to say, the different house I visit, with the crushing lateness of a friend, and the disappearance of my relatives, home has changed once again. Home sweet home.

15 comments:

  1. Beautiful story, but at the same time very saddening that everything that you know and loved so much changes so much.

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  2. A really good beginning to the story :)
    Friends for the most part do change over time, unfortunately

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  3. this is a great story, cant wait to hear more.

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  4. nice post. look forward to more.

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  5. thanks for sharing these. great blog.

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  6. good post. Maybe it's you that's changed?

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  7. wow that was a really interesting read

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  8. Another piece for the ages. a3

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  9. You obviously care a lot for your family and friends. Just enjoy the time you have with them. :)
    Love your writing btw...

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