Just got back from visiting family/friends in the Bay Area for Thanksgiving. This was a fairly eventful Thanksgiving and I saw a lot of people I hadn't seen for quite some time. For some, it had been almost 10 years and others just a few months. Regardless, it was great to catch up with old friends and make a few (random) new ones.
Every time I visit Danville, I'm often overwhelmed with mixed feelings of nostalgia and discomfort. It's always such a strange feeling being back in the town I grew up in...feeling like everything is so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. Each time I intently study the roads and buildings as I head to my parent's house. So many things look the same and yet so many things look so different. I feel like I'm back in high school driving home from school, friends' houses, church, working at the GAP... but then within moments I'm reminded that almost 8 years has passed since Danville has been my home. And just like that, I feel like a stranger.
This morning I had dim sum with a few girls I grew up with. To be honest, every time I see them there is a few minutes where the reality hits that I haven't seen them in months, some, more than a year. But after these initial few minutes, it's as if we never went away to college and grew up. It's so much more than our chats about "way back when" - it's a feeling that is so familiar it's impossible to ignore. They may not know everything about who I am today and what my daily routine consists of, but it's undeniable they know me and where I came from.
We were sitting around after lunch waiting for a friend to meet up and one of the girls said, "wow, some things never change." Boy, is that true.
It's a comfortable feeling. To know that even though change is constant, some things never change.
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