I can distinctly remember riding in the back of the car driving through my parents' hometown and listening to all the "Remember this...remember that." I used to roll my eyes and sit there patiently as I listened to the same stories over and over again. I feel like I grew up in Muskogee in the 60s!!
But when I return to what I consider my hometown I find myself doing the same thing. Since we moved around a lot during my childhood for my dad's job. No he wasn't a drug lord fleeing from authorties or a skirty business man jumping from one scheme to the next. He worked for a company that builds power plants so we were always moving from job to job. I consider "home" to be Nederland. That is where I graduated from high school and I went to college 10 minutes from there. This is also were I met Hubs.
Anyway....each time we come back to Nederland there is a sense of nostalgia. When we drove to an old friend's house last night, we pointed out this person's house or the business that used to be there. It is almost like you can picture yourself washing your car at the car wash where you got stranded because your alternator went out. Or remember senior night at the football game where your parents walked you across the field as your name was being called as you pass by the stadium. This little town has many many memories for me and I only lived here for 6 years. I can't imagine the magnitude of memories it has for Hubs who lived here until he was 23.
He wants to move back here pretty bad. Mostly because his family is here. I would not mind moving back here but would need to convince my parents to move too. (hint hint!!)
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