home again...
It is strange how so many things change when you go back, and yet... everything is the same if you give it enough time. The whole countryside has changed on me since december, new buildings, old buildings gone, old FORESTS gone, but the town still thrives to it's usual slow tempo-ed beat. Some friends have FINALLY gotten out of town, some are in the process of going, and some will never go/change/alter their habbits. Nearly all of my happilly married friends are now divorced, and the unhappilly married ones are now expecting babies and gushing at eachother. But my friends? by and large, they are the same. It's kinda funny. In e-burg, I'm just "that Holmberg guy", nothin too fancy, even my most outlandish attempts to shock people pass with barely a glance of interest. I'm also one of the oldest people ammidst my social crowd, which, I'll admit, makes me feel a bit awkward at times. Here, in good old Oly, I am something special. Not only am I the Youngest of my friends, but I'm also the wild one. I don't think I do anything differently here versus there, but I'm just seen as a "fresh thing". It's really nice. It would just be too damn easy to pick up my life down here, contribute to local theatre, get my foot in the door with a theatre company that has wonderful connections to ashland, and live in merry bliss. Just too damn easy... makes me wonder what would go wrong. Suddenly, home doesn't seem so bad. Not this house, home, of course, I still can't stand my mother. But everywhere else... ah, who knows. I'll graduate soon enough... right?