Thursday, March 21, 2013

Small Town Promises

When I left to travel, to go to college, we made a promise.

An unspoken promise, but it hung in the air, heavy like fog.

I promised to leave, to change, and to come back.

You promised you'd stay the same.

And so far, we have both kept up our ends of the deal.

When I return, I am different, but you are the same.

Not this time though.

You broke your end of the deal.

I came back, changed, and found you had changed too.

I still recognized the storefronts, the sidewalks, and I thought you kept up your promise.

But then I went to Rite-Aid. And it had changed. Which means that you are changing.


And then I realized that this isn't your first changed - the health food store changed too, but more subtly. 

Maybe that was your hint to me - trying to ease me into you changing slowly. 


My dear small town, you have not kept your end of the deal. Don't worry, I will keep my end, and we will both change, until each is unrecognizable to the other.

But please, make the changes slow. I don't need more stores I can't navigate.

<3

(half satire/half serious)

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