Same Me, Different Me - SOL 21 Day 5
There's nothing quite like driving into the neighborhood where I grew up after being away for a long time. Everything is the same, but different. Same street names, different buildings. Same houses, different neighbors. Same me, different me. I feel slightly disconnected when I'm "home"...maybe because it's not really home anymore. It's strange to feel like a guest in a place I'm so familiar with. I reflect as I drive towards the peachy sunset. I think about high school, my friends who now live all over the country, and my family who is still here - all living within 5 minutes of each other. I laugh to myself as I drive over a now paved-over pot hole. That pot hole was where I got my first flat tire. - I was going 60 in a 45. My car was full of friends, it was dark, and I noticed it too late. I pulled into a gas station to check out the situation. The guy in the parking spot next to me knew enough about cars to tell me that I could probably make it hom
