The Old Neighborhood

My grandparents house (where we are staying) is right smack dab in my old neighborhood-my old stomping ground. In fact, they live right across the street from my dad. I went to high school in this neighborhood. I had plenty of friendships and memories and let downs in this neighborhood. I got my first speeding ticket right down the street. I got my hair highlighted the first time (red, chocolate, and bleach-blonde all at once. What was I thinking?) a few intersections down the road. I peed in the school parking lot. I even screamed profanities at the sky in that parking lot with my dear Bajo when we were having a particularly bad night. My car got egged in this neighborhood. I sledded on a toboggan roped to the back of a car in this neighborhood. I got drunk with my mom the first time in this neighborhood. You get the picture...

Well being back feels weird. I was pretty comfortable going out with my hair in a knot and minimal make up on when I left our apartment to run errands. But now, in this place, I better not go out without looking great because goodness knows I will run into someone I know. It might be the cool girl whose expensive clothes I always coveted. It might be the cute boy my little sister went to prom with. It could even be one of my teachers or someone I hated, but I still would be mortified to run into someone looking like a hobo.

Call me vain but it's the truth. And I bet you can relate. I can't wait until I move to a place where no one knows me. Then I can leave the house not only looking bad but smelling bad too! hahahaha