My reflections on returning to my old hometown.

Well, as I mentioned to some of you before, a couple of weeks ago I took a trip back to my old hometown for the first time since my parents sold our family house and moved. And all in all, the trip was great. I saw everybody I wanted to see and did everything I wanted to do. My friend's wedding was great, albiet a bit hot being outside.

But there was one part of the trip that I found rather strange. They opened up a new bar in town. It's clean and modern, in a good location, has good music and dancing, and is frequented mostly by 20 and 30 somethings like me. All in all, a great place to go to on a Saturday night--which is what everyone at the wedding did after the wedding ended (including the bride and groom, which I thought was odd considering I figured they'd be doing other things. But my friend assurred me there was plenty of that afterwards.)

I just find it weird that there suddenly was this great party spot--one that could be likened to a happening bar in the downtown area of any large metropolitian city--in my little Nowheresville/Dullsville USA that I grew up in, a place where I bemoaned the fact that it felt like a hick town to me with absolutely nothing to do. (Of course, even if it had been here when I was growing up, I wouldn't have been able to take advantage of it, me being a minor, but still). My town had suddenly "grown up"--it was like there were places to go in town now. I don't know if I felt good or bad about that, but it gave me a whole new perspective on the "boring" place I grew up for the formative years of my life.