While Hanna was home, we walked around our old high school after a (TOTALLY AWESOME) janitor let us sneak in. We both examined closely as the floor was ripped up, auditorium was replaced, music department relocated. Nostalgia and discomfort all at once. Not much changes in my little redneck town. Most of the time I appreciate that consistency--I have a job that is chaotic and ever changing. Knowing what to expect from something, even if it's a place, can be comforting. There are the things I'd toss away in a second-- the fact that you're always famous in a small town. Someone is always talking here. I am small town, some things about my thought process are small town, but my mentality isn't quite like that. I can't say I never get wrapped up in it but I try to negate bad with good. There's also this disgusting racist undertone that I'd gladly squash too. But there's comfort in seeing faces you know. There's a good feeling of knowing what to expect, from a yearly festival to the times that the school zone lights flash.
I'm 26. I'm coming full circle. I'm not trying to be bigger, just better.
Ps. Acoustic Maroon 5 = So Good.
"Now that I've done my time, I need to move on and I need you to try cause were out of goodbyes"