Postby Skywalker » Thu Jan 05, 2017 4:17 am
I used to think that it would be going back "home" after moving back home, nope. It was never the place, sure I have the memories, but many of the places no longer exist. I can damn near go to every house that we rented from Elementary School to High School, two have burned down and now woods, one was torn down to make way for duplexes. One was gentrified, as in the poor folks living there was moved out and those receiving military housing benefits have since moved in. The final straw was when I went back to my grandad's house, I damn near was raised in that house, instead, I saw a place that I did not know. It is now owned by my uncle, who refuses to speak to me because I am my dad's daughter (it is odd, how fast family leaves you once your dad passes away).
That is when I found out that I can never go home, as home does not exist in a place. It only exists in my memories. That is not as bad as it sounds. I have my memories and no one can take that, like a house. her
As I drive around and go, I remember when this was that, and now it is that. Like there used to be a store called the Pak A Sak, great place. I used to get Animal Crackers or HandiSnaks (they sold them for 25c). Sometimes it would be my parents that bought them, the other would be my grandad. I still get HandiSnaks just to remember walking to Pak A Sak with my parents or my grandad.
