The hometown was my home

I have been gone for about three months. That is not that long, but it is definatly an extended amount of time. For some reason I thought while I was gone everything I left behind froze and waited for me. I thought when I got back home my family and friends would drop everything to spend time with me. Needless to say it did not and they did not. It is not to say that I am getting left behind, or that I am leaving anyone behind, it is just that we are all going in our own directions. If I was not already, I am definitely starting over. I will have to face it, Flint is not my home anymore it is where I grew up, my hometown, I will always love it, but for the time being Marquette is my home. It is probably a good thing, the past needs to be in the past. I will reminisce when I am eighty. If I lose touch with friends than they were never really friends at all. If we keep in touch than it happens to be a special relationship. I never imagined staying ion touch with all my friends forever, but I thought we would last three months at least. It is not to say I have lost them all or anything, but I am kind of bummed by the amount who have already moved on. It is inevitable that people move on and things change and I am going to have to realize that it happens whether I am around to see it or not.