You can't go home again. How many times have you heard this? I'm not even sure who first said it, but they had some good insight. I am on vacation to my old stomping in Georgia, and today I decided to just drive around and look at my old town of Powder Springs.
Many things are still there: my old house, my old school, and even the Dairy Queen, for the longest time the only reliable place to eat in town. Many things weren't. The woods behind my house have been flattened in preparation for the new subdivision. Other things just popped up, more houses in many places, where nothing used to be. The only store near my old house was a gas station, I can 't even remember it's name. Now there's a Kroger, a couple of banks and even a medical center: all within walking distance.
Half of the streets I remember have been re-routed. Powder Springs road used to go straight into the heart of 'Old' downtown Powder Springs. It now bypasses it almost completely, including the hill I used to learn how to start a stick shift on a hill.
I guess I ramble for one point: If you want to go home again, do it right away or you won't recognize it when you get there. Progress waits for no man or woman.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
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It's hard even if you don't leave. I've had to watch as farmhouse and land around my house have been demolished and destroyed. I keep telling the kids that the developers are killing my childhood memories one subdivision at a time.
Just around our house (remember how it used to be surrounded by farmland?), there are no less than five developments that have started within the last six months. They've even started one at the other end of our road!
Your right--you can't go home again. However, I would offer this--home never really leaves if it stays inside of you. Many of the views, smells, and flavors of how it used to be in Powder Springs will always be a part of my being. I guess that's where home really, really is.
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