Friday, May 19, 2006

You Can't Go Home Again...

I read so much that I find that often my thought process flows like that of a novel, be it scifi, romance, horror, western or historical fiction.

Tomorrow will be one of the historical fiction days, since I'm about to do one of the things that I like the least and go back to my home town.

Now while this is usually chock full of the usual perks of seeing the family, getting some of my favorite chocolate and going to my favorite comic book store, it also means, that the longer I stay the longer I risk running into the group of people I went to high school with. I like to think of them as "The Others," because while we were close then, almost ten years have past and there's not much we share in common anymore. I sort of ripped out all of those roots when I went away to college.

Suffice it to say since I've just put this out in the open I have just guaranteed that I will run into the one person I don't want to see the most, my ex. This is the one person who manages to make an appearance at my mother's house no matter how obscure the day of my visit.

Also, to add gas to the already smoldering fire of my defeat, I'm dealing with NotThatYoungAunt's wedding planner since I will be one of four hostesses in this wedding (more on that later). Right now, I'm just hoping the dress will fit, the weekend will be short and the ex-file can stay closed and in my condemned high school always like it belongs.

7 comments:

Vixen said...

I wish you luck and success in avoiding all the Others, especially Mr. Ex.

Lindsey said...

You know...I was just thinking about life vs. novels the other day. Just like you...I have times when I think of my life in novel form. I thought I was the only one.

NotCarrie said...

I never see anyone from high school and I live in the town. There are some people I was GOOD friends with and haven't seen since graduation.

RockO said...

just look really hot in your dress and stay elusive :P

hair remover said...

Like you said, going home is a double-edged sword. Kinda like getting a Brazilian bikini wax - it's painful when it happens, but afterwards you're glad you did it.

Amber

ChezNiki said...

I go home about once a month and its always hard...the memories, the food, the smells...and that's just the bus ride! LOL

NotSamantha said...

I will never take the bus home, because that will mean that I'm dependent upon someone else getting me around.