Saturday..

Posted Saturday, February 4th 2006

It’s saturday morning. Actually, almost mid-day, and although it’s nice and sunny outside, I decided to sit down on my brother’s old PC and write something.
It’s odd you know. I’m back home, and I’ve been here for a few days, yet it all feels so strange. A bit different, a bit.. I don’t know. New I suppose. Everyone expects home, and their home town to stay the same forever, and remember it just like it was when they were 10 years old. We really believe that it will always remain the same and we ultimately depend on it, so it’s like a little piece of us that is gone with every change that happens while we’re away - no matter how minute it might be.

In the end, it’s our memories, the good ones, that make us come back. Somehow, we manage to dig deep within ourselves, and throw out everything that bothers us. It’s simply human nature - we try to preserve ourselves, and we’ll do it no matter what - even if that means throwing out, or locking away memories that may destroy our perfect picture of our home town. Where we grew up.

So whenever it’s time to come back, just for a weekend, or a few days, I spend the last two days being excited about coming back and seeing everyone. And the thrill is there when I come back. But, with every little change, every little new thing that has replaced something old that I hold dear, the thrill goes away, bit by bit.

Sometimes I hate this city. I hate how they managed to ruin the nightlife. How they managed to kill the spirit within every young adult. Yeah, the buildings are (almost) all still there. But the groove is gone. And then they wonder why kids get drunk in the streets.

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