strangers in my hometown

Sometimes I wonder why I feel like a stranger in my hometown. The need now is simply to revisit the small joys of the life I knew up to age 20. (I’m now 54) Does the responsibility lie solely within myself to recapture what (how?) I once lived or should I expect the people I knew then, who often act and treat me as a stranger now, to participate in this activity with me? Life seemed more straight-forward and less stressful back then. Unfortunately, I seem to be the only person who wants to go back. Well, to be honest, there is one other; my sister. We’ve talked about with increasing frequency over the years. Does this mean that somehow this desire is genetic or possibly the common way we were raised?

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About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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