When I look around town, I wonder what will change. What's going to be there and what will be gone.
Will I be able to point out the first apartment that I rented (with Hubby)? Or the retail center where I sold my soul for a few measly bucks an hour for 11 years of my life?
I've come to the conclusion that things change in our towns without us paying it much attention. It's like the shifting of sands and before we know it, it's a different place.
|I was 9 when the change was made to prohibit left turns from Main Street to Grand River. In my world, it's always been like that.|
Roads change course (including the one that runs in front of my house, but no one I've talked to remembers when that road was realigned.) Businesses come and go, sometimes without anything even as long lasting as a write up in the little local paper.
I grew up in this town. But it is not the same town I returned to as an adult. And it will not be the same town that my son grows up in.
|Gratuitous picture of my son|