Farewell Thee...
First Posted on MySpace on March 27th, 2006
Friday after work I had a dentist appointment to get some cavities filled down in Detroit. Even though I no longer live in the area I think it's easier to drive an hour to see a dentist I've had all my life rather than bother with transferring info and such.
My parents moved away from my life-long house in Michigan about two years ago. After High School I spent as little time as possible in "L-Town." I would go home for Christmas and summers but I was never really there. Now that they've moved away for good it's kind of disconcerting to have no home. I mean I have a place to stay, several in fact, but nothing feels like home. I feel like a transient, constantly a guest, and constantly moving my belongings.
I've been back in the area several times but I couldn't resist the temptation to drive around my old hometown once more. It's surprising to me how much hasn't changed. I don't know what I expected, a great cosmic shift now that I'm no longer there? It's only been two years but I guess I thought it wouldn't feel the same. Yet I was bombarded with memories, good, bad, incredibly stupid moments came at me from intersections and neighborhoods I passed.
I found myself turning into our subdivision without a conscious though, as though it was physically impossible for me to drive by the street. I kinda hoped I'd see someone I knew and at the same time prayed that I didn't. After a rough hour in the dentist's chair I looked like a victim of domestic abuse. Thankfully it was a school day and no one was around.
I slowed as I passed my childhood home which is now owned by a young Bachelor. The house looked empty, to me anyway. All the windows were covered and it's obvious the new tenant doesn't know a thing about yardwork. My father would never let the lawn look so messy even in winter. I wanted to stop and look my fill but I knew our old nosey neighbor wouldn't recognize my new car and probably call the cops.
So I drove away, lost in thoughts of the girl I used to be. Until I hit Six Mile road. You'd think in two years they'd fix the f*ing potholes!
Friday after work I had a dentist appointment to get some cavities filled down in Detroit. Even though I no longer live in the area I think it's easier to drive an hour to see a dentist I've had all my life rather than bother with transferring info and such.
My parents moved away from my life-long house in Michigan about two years ago. After High School I spent as little time as possible in "L-Town." I would go home for Christmas and summers but I was never really there. Now that they've moved away for good it's kind of disconcerting to have no home. I mean I have a place to stay, several in fact, but nothing feels like home. I feel like a transient, constantly a guest, and constantly moving my belongings.
I've been back in the area several times but I couldn't resist the temptation to drive around my old hometown once more. It's surprising to me how much hasn't changed. I don't know what I expected, a great cosmic shift now that I'm no longer there? It's only been two years but I guess I thought it wouldn't feel the same. Yet I was bombarded with memories, good, bad, incredibly stupid moments came at me from intersections and neighborhoods I passed.
I found myself turning into our subdivision without a conscious though, as though it was physically impossible for me to drive by the street. I kinda hoped I'd see someone I knew and at the same time prayed that I didn't. After a rough hour in the dentist's chair I looked like a victim of domestic abuse. Thankfully it was a school day and no one was around.
I slowed as I passed my childhood home which is now owned by a young Bachelor. The house looked empty, to me anyway. All the windows were covered and it's obvious the new tenant doesn't know a thing about yardwork. My father would never let the lawn look so messy even in winter. I wanted to stop and look my fill but I knew our old nosey neighbor wouldn't recognize my new car and probably call the cops.
So I drove away, lost in thoughts of the girl I used to be. Until I hit Six Mile road. You'd think in two years they'd fix the f*ing potholes!
posted by SassyJill at 9:44 PM
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