I can't go home again, as the cliche goes. Home is gone, sold and changed irrevocably. So I can never revisit the site of my wedding and my mother's memorial service. Isn't that wonderful? I can't go back to my high school either (still trying to figure out why I'd ever want to), because right after I graduated, they remodelled the whole thing. And today, I was worried that I would have to add another iconic place to my list of lost-forever. And it has changed a lot. A lot, a lot. But in some ways, it was just exactly the same. It felt the same. And it smelled the same. It was enough for me. Grove City, I love you.
I walked into the chapel, and the smell nearly brought me to my knees, it was so fraught with memory. Isn't it weird how transporting scent is?
We also had some good eats:
where we had this:
AND here:
where we had:
New Favorite Self-Portrait:
So, Twilight Zone? Sort of. It is always surreal to see ghosts of yourself out of the corner of your eye, to take a breath and suddenly be twelve years ago, to see your own aging on the faces of old friends. But it was fun too. and I'm glad I'm home, where I live now, and the only things that change are the things I change.
Good night!
Interesting to liken a reunion to the Twilight Zone. Did you see any old friends? Did you go to Wartles and poke around? I think I need to go to Grove City and look for some ghosts.
My “old places” are disappearing also. I’m with you–grateful for the place I am now. Thanks for sharing–both your heart AND great pictures!
What a bummer Jack and I didn’t run into you guys at homecoming . . . I was keeping my eyes peeled !!! Grove City always feels like home, but this time I felt more removed than before . . . and the current students looked soooooo young !!!!! I, too, came away more thankful for my home and my current place in life !