Flux Capacity
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I'm back in my hometown, staying my family's 3rd house, that we lived in from 1996-2006 (with a few brief breaks for college and university), and was the house that I "came to" in. My parents have lived in this town as long as I've been alive, and it is a great place to grow up in, but stifling to have grown up in. I'm in town for a wedding of a very good friend, so the reason for homecoming couldn't be greater (unless of course, I were to be getting married.....or getting kittens armed with shark-guns). But...
Every time I come home, I revert. I revert to an earlier form of me. Sitting at the family kitchen table last night, posting on Skepchick, I had to answer the phone a few times and explain that my parents are away for the weekend. I had to twice break up a fight between the family cats, and I went to the fridge and just gorged on whatever food my parents had. I'm not 30. I'm a 17 year old with a college and university education. I spent last night with another old friend who I don't get to hang out with much anymore, and it was great talking (she's one of those religious people who are thoughtful, intelligent, rational, respectful and insightful, and we had a great conversation! Oh, and characterizing her as 'religious' is a bit over-far...she's really a christian-theist, anymore than that I wouldn't presume to pigeonhole), but since she and I go back to the early 90's, there was that tinge of "I'm still in high school, and I'm too stupid to be talking to her".
If you want to discover time travel, go back to your home town and hang out with the people you hung out with years ago. I promise you that you will go back in time. (also, in Midland, time does REALLY seem to go much slower, as is the case with most rural small-towns).
Does this happen to you? Do you go to your parents house and suddenly become a petulant 17-year old? Do you just want to close the door to your room, and be left alone? Do you only come up for supper when your dad yells down the stairs to you?
I'm not 30. Not here.
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It's totally true! I do feel like a teenager again when I visit my mom's house. It's so silly, sometimes I get depressed because I feel like a helpless kid, not the self-sufficient adult that I know I am. I imagine the feeling will fade when my mom moves to a new house in a few weeks.