Poking around the home turf

Seeing as I'm camped out at my parent's house with nothing to do but cry, I've been revisiting a bunch of my old middle and high school hangouts in a not very movie-worthy reunion tour. The old high school is about to be torn down--sadness! The takeout pizza place is still serving greasy food. Everything seems smaller and slightly worn down. But there are still beautiful old farming fields that have defied development and gorgeous 17th century Colonial houses whose owners are maintaining them beautifully. This is still the place where I learned to drive fast on narrow country roads and went skinny dipping in the local river before it got polluted, and I'm glad to be back, even if it's just for a little while.