Cheers to the unpredictable life

A re-discovered hometown

I just did an assessment at my college about my hometown (so first grade, RIGHT?). Well, I’m a marketing student and basically we just needed a subject to do a presentation on, so hometown it is. It was for a greater cause of learning something. In my search for acceptable pictures of this honest-to-God boring place I grew up, where all streets are empty after 8pm, I started to miss it. Yup, I started reminiscing when Google showed me pretty idyllic pictures of the park, the center square, shops I used to hang out in, etc.
I mean, I did spend 20 years of my life living there, before I decided it was TOO much and moved to the other side of the planet. So of course I go soft as butter left outside the fridge for more than 20 minutes when I see pictures of the streets I know so well, the surroundings of my safe childhood.
Where I’m from every kid rides to school by themselves from age 6. I was 9 when I finally learned how to find my way to the city center on my red bike and there was no parents telling us we could not go there by ourselves. So we did. Hung out in the different shops, tried on clothes, got ourselves hot chocolate. The whole city was like a playground and there was nowhere I wasn’t allowed to go. That’s pretty amazing, and we are talking a city of 35.000 people, so it is not like a one-street village.
Now that I have seen so much of the world I can really appreciate the freedom of my childhood. I cannot mention many other places where kids can live like we did and not be in danger/ get lost/ hurt themselves. Or just where parents are not super over-protective.

But even though this is the point of view I have on my hometown, I would never be able to go back there. To visit, well yes of course, I do still want to see my parents (duuh). But I could not live there again. There is not that much happening there that will keep people in their 20’ies entertained for very long, and I don’t want to go through with that challenge it would be to see how long it will take me to be absolutely sick of it (1 week, 2 weeks tops is my serious guess). My newly discovered fond thoughts of my hometown are better off as well preserved memories. Let’s not challenge that 🙂

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