I'm Visiting My Parents...I just arrived today- I only see my parents 4 different occasions a year since moving away to college a few years ago. I talk to them almost daily on the phone, but I find myself stressed out and depressed when I'm here in my home town. Maybe it is the realization that every time I see them aging more. Maybe it is memories up to high school are associated with EVERYTHING within sight around the area... and the realization that all those memories are slipping more into the past... quicker than I could have imagined. I try to get together with old friends. Some don't even respond... do they even have my phone number logged in their phone anymore? A few do reply, but have busy schedules. If I get a chance to see someone... it is usually the "same old... same old" story. I want to be happy when I see my parents instead of being a confused mess whenever I'm here. It's dreary, over cast, and cold here... traveling earlier today from a warm Spring day full of new life.
If my parents didn't live here and my friends visited me where I reside down state... I would probably not come back to my home town for a very long time... if ever. Nothing traumatic ever happened here, but I feel as though this town needs to be left in my past and stay there.