The decades are all mixed up in my dreams. Leannes, Debbies, Joannes, I’m remembering them all. I wake up here but there, now but then. And it’s hard to reconcile that those Debbie etceteras are 50 too, have had whole lifetimes that don’t exist in my head, or on this page.
I discovered a facebook group, of hometown reminiscing. And these classmates are talking. Of grandchildren, deaths, divorces. Of those who still live in Smalltown and those they wonder about. Those that moved on seemingly have fascinating lives – smoke and mirrors, Smalltown residents. What you don’t know…
The fences of my childhood garden contained my innocence. Seems the town I’ve long wanted to return to wasn’t even there. I’ve been homesick for a place that never was. Is that the way of childish memories? Imaginative nostalgia.
I’m learning lots, thanks facebook, it’s fun, but the locals have exposed warts and I’m in no rush to move back. Turns out it’s just another town!