Did some gasoline therapy after dinner. Drove down through the center of town and back up. Still surprises me how much this town has changed.
I could bemoan the loss of the town that I loved. But that misses the mark. It’s nostalgia. The pain of knowledge.
What I miss is all the opportunities for love and friendship that I squandered along the way. It’s why I moved here. But I didn’t ask for what I wanted. I didn’t join the people I needed.
This town is bigger now. But with my tiny social world, this town is empty. I should have imposed, at least a little bit more than I did. I still can.
It’s why I moved here.