It's strange to go back to my hometown. It was so small that growing up, I knew almost everyone. It's grown substantially in the 12 years since I left, so there are lots of people I don't know. When I go to church there, half the people helped raise me, and the other half have no idea who I am, so the leaders don't know whether to introduce me as a visitor or not. When they do introduce me, it's usually by my maiden name or as the daughter of -- which makes it easier for people to know who I am, and not another recent move-in.
The biggest place in town is the local grocery store. There are always people to see and talk to. I'm not used to shopping with people that I know. It is strange to see people that I recognize, but can't remember who they are. I recognize siblings of acquaintances, but the last time I saw them they were 12 years old, now they are married and have children. In my mind, they should still be a little kid. It is all very strange.
I have to laugh when I see someone that I haven't seen years and the first question they ask me is, "How many kids do you have now?" It's not, "How are you? Where are you living? What have you done since leaving?" It's all about the number of kids. I'm sure they are just curious. Then, I don't know what to say to the look of horror they have on their face when I tell them I have 5 kids. Maybe it's because they remember me when I was young and think that I should still be a little kid. Somedays I do feel like I'm just a little girl playing with dolls.
The other question I get a lot of is "When are you moving back?" I guess they figure I have just been on an extended vacation to Texas for 10 years. I'm not sure how to say, "I love this place, but I'll probably never be able to move back permanently." It just doesn't really fit into Aaron's job description.
I guess that is just part of coming from a small town. It is a beautiful place to visit and the people are beautiful as well. I have loved growing up in my small town. I wouldn't change my childhood for anything. It helped shape me into who I am. It is always therapeutic going home and touching my roots.
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I am glad that someone finds that quaint little town enjoyable. I enjoy going back to see family and the like, but I generally detest actually going out in public. I have this fear that someone is going to hit me over the head with a large, heavy object because I have left "the valley" and don't really care to return. Many folks act like that is treason or something. I did enjoy my time there, but I don't think it would work for me now. A very interesting little place it is.
I agree with you. When I tell people about my hometown, I don't think they believe it really exists. We have some good friends that moved from here to there (I sound like Dr. Suess). The parents loved it, but their teenage daughter referred to our alma mater as "The Twilight Zone".
As she walked down the hallway, everybody (including people she didn't know) would say "Hi, Amy". It was also surprising for her to go to church with every single neighbor in the entire neighborhood. At times, even I wonder if it really exists.
at least people don't think you are a japanese exchange student visiting when you go to church. ha ha!
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