When I was in high school I couldn't wait to move out of town, have my identity and get lost in a crowd. I grew up in a small town where my dad had taught for over 20 years so everyone knew who he was and in turn knew who I was. I HATED it!
After living out of state for 10-11 years, I moved back to my hometown to be with my mom who had terminal breast cancer. I wasn't sure the long term plans when I moved back, but I thought eventually I would move away again.
Here I am 10 years later and I bought a house a year ago that is about half mile from my childhood home, where my dad still lives. The funny thing is that the town and I have both changed (compromised) and I love it here now.
This weekend is their famous George Washington Fest. It is the longest running celebration in the country. There will be fireworks tonight followed my a parade and festival on Saturday. Music, food, baking contests, eating contests, art booths and everything else you would come to expect from a small Southern town festival.
I am home :)