A Change I'm Not Ready For
There is a road that is taken when I come home from a pep band game (because basketball games don't exist). There is a road that is taken on the trip home from Chicago, and one for Indianapolis. At night, when I travel through each of these roads, I see flickering lights in the tiny town of Lafayette, and my first thought is, "It's just like Las Vegas!" and it scares me. I've been there, with all the lights and the glitter, the shows and the prostitute cards being handed out. I've seen what it is like, and I'm not quite sure that I'm ready for my hometown to be something like that.
I'm never comforted when I am on those roads; it doesn't make me happy, content. To think that my comfortable home could turn into the sleazy strip market, it makes me tremble. What will happen in a few years? In a couple of decades? Would I leave for college and come back to a town that wasn't anything I had remembered? Nearly all the people that I had loved and the ones that I knew would have left by then, migrated to a different city with a different view. A better view? Always possible.
There are times when I imagine myself in another town, but at the end of the fantasy I'm always back in the same small school that I've never seen in my life, always in the same small city that doesn't exist in reality. I fade away in these instances, when what I know and what I believe float away into a collision,
I'm never comforted when I am on those roads; it doesn't make me happy, content. To think that my comfortable home could turn into the sleazy strip market, it makes me tremble. What will happen in a few years? In a couple of decades? Would I leave for college and come back to a town that wasn't anything I had remembered? Nearly all the people that I had loved and the ones that I knew would have left by then, migrated to a different city with a different view. A better view? Always possible.
There are times when I imagine myself in another town, but at the end of the fantasy I'm always back in the same small school that I've never seen in my life, always in the same small city that doesn't exist in reality. I fade away in these instances, when what I know and what I believe float away into a collision,