Tales of the Mundane
One of the problems with returning to your childhood home is the disturbing tendency to find your internal progression, as an adult, in vicious retrograde. Try as you might, old locales revive old feelings and ways of thinking. The coffee shop on the corner reminds you of those whispered puffs of tobacco in high school…and you suddenly crave a cigarette. Your mother asks where you are off to on a Friday night and you are struck with worry about whether or not you are going to do anything “cool” tonight. Maybe it’s the old town, maybe its being under the old roof, but regardless of the factors, there is no denying that you feel sixteen years old, and what poor soul really wants to go through that again? So it was with gusto that I set out to rein in this ridiculous trend that had set in during the recent time in which I had remade residence in my hometown. I’m an adult, dammit, and things will go the way I want them to! (Please ignore all historical evidence to the contrary.) A...