I’m in my hometown now. 1,000 people. No stop lights. Sidewalks rolled up around 8pm at the LATEST. The town is about one mile long which you can see end to end.
I was born here in a little cottage by the beach.
I lived here til I was 19 when I moved to Seattle.
Let’s just say I have some mixed emotions about my years spent here.
I drove past the “home of the pirates” today and had to stop for a picture. The four years spent here were pretty traumatic. I graduated with a class of 28, most of whom I had known since kindergarten. The high school was tragically small and close minded for the most part. Granted I attended with my three best friends who I am very close with to this day (you know who you are!) and a handful of other friends. However, most of the time I felt as though I was slowly suffocating and fighting for my emotional survival. Every day was a struggle attending school and graduating was one of the greatest joys in my life. Of course, there were wonderful times and I don’t want to sound jaded but I’m pretty sure most graduates of Pacific High understand where I’m coming from. Right?
Driving by today was a huge sigh of relief that I didn’t have to go back unless by choice.
On the other hand, there is something about a community where everyone knows your name. Where you are welcomed back wholeheartedly and made to feel like a local celebrity.
There’s something about a town that allows children to run wild in the woods, streets and beach without fear of creeps and cars. Creativity and imagination are strengthened and nurtured. With friends that are more like family. And beautiful like no other.