Perpetual reunion
Me and my 6th grade science teacher
Originally uploaded by dynamist.
Every time I come home, all I have to do is go to a certain local bar and I can meet up with everyone I ever went to school with from the age of 9 onwards. Tonight, both the science teacher I had when I was 11 (seen above - he’s also a city councilman) and my driving instructor from my 16th year were in the hizzouse. (The latter is going to help me revise for re-taking my written driving test, which I have to do because I let my licence expire for more than six months. Again, the government is annoying.)
It’s nice to come home and be greeted by so many familiar faces. And yet…nothing makes me want to get out of here faster. There is comfort in anonymity, or whatever semblance of it I’ve fashioned for myself outside of this place.
Right now, life is more uncomfortable than it has been in a very long time.
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Yes, I understand. The way I describe the feeling when I go home is that of being ‘funnelled’ back into the world I left behind. With all the accompanying issues that come with it. Hang in there. :)
Yes, precisely. I knew you’d understand if anyone would. :)
Home is where the heart is (yours).
Luckily, the place I called home for 27 years, stripped me from their citizenship. No danger of feeling transparent.
Heh.
J, if you’d be so inclined, give me a buzz when back in NY.
Tatyana, Antoine and I are going to have a whirlwind two days in NY this time, but I should be back later in the month (again, a whirlwind, but at least I can plan in advance). It would be lovely to see you again!