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Hometown Travels Reflected

Hometown Travels

Old Friends and New

I went back to my hometown for several days last week to visit with my amazing friends from high school. I had a blast, and especially enjoyed spending time with my friend's baby, who is absolutely adorable! That's her above, walking with another one of my friends. It was such a good time, I love my friends and see them too rarely. I wish the trip could have lasted longer than 4 days!

More Main Street

Just FYI, the street in my hometown where I shot these is not actually called Main Street. It's Commercial Street. Main Street, however, bisects Commercial Street right about there. I'll have to get out now that the weather's warmed up and take some photos of my current Small Midwestern Town, henceforth known as the Burg. Bigger than my hometown (let's call it G-town so I can stop repeating myself) in a different state, yet startlingly similar in many ways--even more than my hometown, the Burg personifies the Current Economic Crisis (sorry, I just couldn't resist recycling that hackneyed phrase) and what Wall Street has done to Main Street (okay, okay, I'll stop). But seriously, the Burg is a perfect example of this recent phenomenon and I'll try to take some photos in the near future to illustrate this.

Main Street, USA

My hometown is pretty much your typical Small Town, USA. Especially a midwestern Small Town. Now, to be honest, I was born and raised in the midwest and while I've visited other parts of the country, I've never been to the East Coast, the Southwest, or the South. Most of my trips have been to big cities, so even the parts of the country I have seen have only been cities, not small towns. So I really can't speak for small towns in other areas of the U.S. But I've been to way more small midwestern towns than I would have liked, so I'm definitely familiar with the layout. My town is pretty typical in some ways, and extremely atypical in a few others. However, when it comes to the downtown area, it's pretty standard. Now, if you've been paying attention, you will recall that my parents moved several months ago, to Georgia. I'd lived in the same bedroom in the same house in the same town in the same state since birth, except for college, until I moved away, to my current small town, last year. So while that event was in itself somewhat of a difficult time, having my parents, who I NEVER EVER EVER thought would leave, move to a completely different part of the country, somewhere I've never even been, was a bit of a shock to me.

Well, the last time I went home while it was still my home, in August, I walked around downtown and took pictures. I knew it wouldn't be the last time I was in that town (as a matter of fact I was just there in December), but it would be the last time I was in that town and it was still my home. That matters. So I took some photos to commemorate the occasion. I was just perusing them and it made me think about how typical the Main Street downtown area is, which led me to all of my above ruminations. And the above photo.

Home (but not really) for Christmas (but not actually)

I'm back in my hometown bunking with a friend for the weekend. My parents moved out of state, so it's weird to be back in my hometown with no home. I love my friend and her family, though, so I'm having a great time here. I'm meeting up with a few of my friends from high school tonight, including my recently engaged old old old friend. Exciting!