So, I'm planning a trip back to Rochester, Michigan, where I was born. I lived there until I was 18 and then went off to college. I continued to come back in the summer and for various other holidays and weekends (I had a girlfriend at the time who was in Rochester while I was in East Lansing, so there was a fair amount of back and forth during my freshman year!).
Anyway, I haven't been back to Rochester since 1992. Yep, 1992.
I haven't set foot in Michigan since 1994. Yep, 15 years.
While I am there, I plan to hang out with old college and high school friends, most of whom I have not seen since I left.
I have booked my plane ticket, the plans for the weekend are slowly coming together and I have to say that my excitement for this trip is pretty much off the scale. I'm much more excited than I thought I would be.
Perhaps this is some sort of mid-life crisis of nostalgia? Could this be my little red sports car?
Maybe. Maybe not.
But I can tell you this: I sure hope those people have not aged into major douchebags.
That would suck.
I mean, I'm exactly the same, right?
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