Methhead / May 29, 2006 // Belgium, Ill.
A few years ago, if I were to tell someone that I was from Danville, I would probably get a ‘Where?’ or a ‘cool’ response. Lately it’s been a chuckle or laugh.
Things like this don’t help the public image of my hometown. I’m hoping it’s some kind of joke or prank on someone, but who knows.
This past weekend I ran into an old friend from home that I haven’t seen for about seven years. We talked about the fun we had in elementary and middle school, caught up on the past few years and talked about all the other friends that we haven’t seen for a while.
It’s only taken me four years, but I think I’ve realized that I am not really attached to the town of Danville, I’m attached to the memories I have there. I don’t sit around thinking about how much I miss driving down Vermilion street or hanging out on the lake. I miss the people I was doing those things with.
Maybe this isn’t a big shock to anyone else, but I don’t usually sit and think about how I feel. I’m not a very emotional person.
This past week has been weird for me.
Maybe I’m actually growing up?
Now playing:“Love and Memories”
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