It’s true. Everything changes while you are gone, and if it doesn’t, you do.
In my case it’s a little bit of both. I have changed a lot in the two years since I have lived in Colorado, and Colorado has changed too. The Village Inns where I spent my youth are closed, and the dark, dank one we never entered has been remodeled in a mod-70’s style that jars with the mediocre eating experience I associate with VI. Half the bars I drank at have been replaced with Health food restaurants, and there are new buildings poking up all over the skyline.
It’s almost like moving to a whole new place, but bringing most of your friends and family with you.
Of course, they have all changed too, so it’s almost as if my friends were abducted by aliens or taken over by pod creatures. They look like my friends, they sound like my friends, but like me, they have changed. I think I will have to feel things out a bit, before this home starts to feel fully homey.
In the meantime, I inexplicably miss New Jersey. After founding the “we hate Jersey” club, here I am missing the accents, the food, the trees, the produce, the shore, the people, the townships and boro’s.
Am I just unhappy wherever or does NJ get under your skin a little? Hopefully the latter.
I am still unpacking boxes and trying to get settled in, but things are getting better. We have a table to eat at now, a couch to sit on, and a t.v. to watch. We have dishes to eat off of, a coffee maker, and several bottles of wine. Life is getting livable.