Hometown

Flashbacks of ones youth, fond family memories, foolish childhood follies, and forgotten friendships. Sometimes I try to think of what ‘Hometown’ means to me. Is it simply the place where you grow up, or maybe where one primarily resides? I think there is more to it. There is something about the feeling you get when you say, “I’m going home.”

Last weekend I had the chance to go visit the small town of Salisbury, my hometown. I do not frequent this area as much as I would like, but by doing this, I get to be surprised every time on ‘what’s new in town.’ My best friend from high school was also in town for the weekend. He brought his girlfriend and it was interesting to share some of the old stories. What good times, and crazy things we got into; those were the good ole’ days.

Pretty much my entire intermediate family lives in this town, so this surely makes it convenient when I plan to visit the family.

Friday night, my twin brother, best friend and his girl friend, and I all went out to the local pub/restaurant. In Salisbury, there are not too many places to go out. One nice thing about this, is the fact, that you normally will see familiar faces. And we did see them. I ran into an old neighbor that I hadn’t talked to in four years; some how I find it strange how one can get so far removed so quickly.

Nearly ten years ago, I graduated high school in this small town. It amazes me how fast time flies. Strangely I feel there is somewhat of a dichotomy between the days there in my hometown to where I have currently settled in. I don’t know what that means, but I just feel so much has changed since I moved away. Not so much the town, but me.

One thing I do know is that there is something about this place that draws me in. I don’t know if it is the comfort of family, or just the familiarity of the area. I have come to the conclusion that I may never reside there again, but can not shake the idea that there will always be something about my hometown in Salisbury, that I call home.