No Change in Me

I laughed a little bit when Kuri suggested our February drinks night at the Sugar Bowl.It’s a bar now? They served alcohol before, but it was a coffee house, always open, and close to the University.

All of that was a decade ago, a life time away.

I was the first to arrive, and I looked around, trying to make contact with what was, searching through what is. It was such a strange thing, the bathrooms were in the same place, and some of the tables the same.The people even, they looked like they belonged – and I was so thankful. It was strange enough that I wasn’t sure I fit in, but to see people that didn’t meet up to the vision in my mind, well.

I feel like I should write some long and deep post, but I have a head ache, and as much as I tell myself that the grapefruit lemonaide was “medicinal” with the grapefruit Stolli, the truth is that I should take a bath and go to bed.

Tell me, have you been back to a place that you felt like you owned, when you were young and cool? What did it feel like?

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7 Responses to No Change in Me

  1. Brown Owl says:

    Yes and oh, oh Yes! It was coming home.
    The place? Rutherford Library!
    The time? twenty no thirty years later.
    It was the best! the belonging. The welcome home that called from the stacks…….. oh yes. It made me smile. And 10 years beyond that I still feel the excitement and joy and wonder of that place.

  2. a says:

    The Village Inn off of I-70 in Denver! We did a lot of our studying there, because there was an endless supply of caffeine…

  3. Mount Storm in Clifton, Cincinnati, Ohio.
    Skyline Chili in Clifton also.
    You can go home again.
    Blech, grapefruit Stoli, what happened to your love of the good liquor.

  4. Jess says:

    I don’t know about cool, but I’ve been back to places… it’s always odd.

  5. dana says:

    I had to pick up my little brother from school a couple of months ago, which meant I had to walk through the doors of the school where I spent my senior year. A place I hadn’t been back to in 13 years. At the time, I felt a sense of dread because I thought I hated that little schoolhouse in a small rural town. But as I opened the doors and walked towards the front office, memories – such great memories – flooded my head, and my heart. By the time my brother came out from class, he’d asked if I’d been crying and indeed, I had been. Good times. Such good times.

  6. HereWeGoAJen says:

    I was never cool. Plus, I’ve always moved around too much. I rarely go back anywhere and when I do, there is never anywhere that I went enough when I was there.

  7. Heidi says:

    I had a very similar feeling going to the home I grew up in after many years of being away. It was the right place, but I didn’t quite fit there anymore. It seemed smaller and cramped. I had outgrown it. It made me sad though.

    Hope your headache is gone 🙂

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